Pork what?!

My sec­ond old­est, Ronan, turned six last week. As part of the cel­e­bra­tions, I woke him up ear­ly and took him out to break­fast, just him and I.

In this town, if you want to get food instead of just edi­ble sub­stances ear­ly in the morn­ing, you go to one of the local mom-and-pop restau­rants which open ear­ly. The menus cater to the local tastes, which can some­times be eclec­tic. Appar­ent­ly, pork brains and eggs is a local del­i­ca­cy. I decid­ed to have a bit of fun with Ronan, who’s just learn­ing to read.

Hey, Ronan, read what this says,” I bait him.

He slow­ly sounds out the words, then looks at me con­fused. I nod to let him know he got it right, and his look turns incredulous.

He reads it again. And again.

Yep, it’s still pork brains and eggs.

He looks dis­gust­ed, then laughs, and inter­est­ed­ly starts to peruse the menu, won­der­ing what oth­er ani­mal parts they serve.

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