From the Mouths of Babes?

Two days ago when Jesse, Luci, and I were eating Darren's leftover gumbo, which is delicious and we all love, Jesse and I had this conversation:

Jesse: "So the hunters hunt this chicken?"

me: "Well, yes" (I wanted to keep this conversation short because I fear details of the reality of meat will either lead to severe jesse sorrow or nasty details of chicken factories that I would like to only relay in bits and pieces over time.)

Jesse: "Well, I don't like that the chicken had to die for me to eat this chicken because I like chickens."

me: "Well, honey, that's why I like to eat meals without meat most of the time, like beans and other things."

Jesse (after another yummy bite): "Well I'm gonna ask God to kill the hunters because I don't like them hunting the chickens."