I keep meaning to write about this. Jeff‘s wife, Monique, is a vegetarian, a real one, not a fake one who eats fish, like I do. For their son, Sam, they bought some chicken nuggets shaped like little dinosaurs.
“Isn’t that sort of disrespectful to the chicken?” Monique asked. “I mean, if you’re going to give your life for someone else’s food, shouldn’t you at least get to look like yourself?”