From the mouth of a four year-old (or, On Raising a Communist)

A transcript from a conversation had this morning, in jammies.

Show Me Eats: I gotta go to work now. See you tonight for fajitas.
4 Year Old: I don't want fajitas. I want vegetables.
SME:
4YO: Like zucchini.
SME: Umm.
4YO: Or those cucumbers in - what is it called? - vinegar.
SME: Er, I gotta go to work now.

(note: I love vegetables and have increased exponentially my consumption of them over the past two years, with a concomitant decrease in meat...but anyone who would willfully deny themselves one of life's greatest pleasures - that of properly cooked meat - is worthy of our suspicion - if not our mockery.)