Who's to blame??????

We went to eat at one of our favorite little restaurants here on the island. It happens to be a Mexican place. I ordered a ceviche salad. For anyone who doesn't know, ceviche is technically raw fish, but it is "chemically cooked" by marinating in lime juice. The acid in the lime juice does something magical and the fish turns out very limey, not too fishy, and very yummy.

Anyway....I offer Alex a piece of fish. That's what I called it: fish.

Alex says no or ignores me, I don't remember which one.

So, I say instead, "Alex, would you like some ceviche?"

And he replies, "That's not ceviche. That's Nemo."

Hello??? What member of PETA recruited my 2 year old??????

And although Dan and I filled his little plate with a wonderful assortment of Mexican delights--beans, rice, tortilla chips, tomato chunks, and ceviche, he ate everything BUT the items that could possibly have been former relatives of Nemo. I guess it doesn't help that we went to the Aquarium again earlier today!

Holy cow (no pun intended). I know I did this and went all vegetarian on my parents, too. But I was more logical and reasonable. I waited until I was 12, until I could make my own cheese sandwiches, before I started swearing off eating animals!

So...where did this moral compulsion come from??? Did we show him "Finding Nemo" too early? Did he read some liberal propaganda pamphlets at an Obama rally? Is it just a matter of heredity?

Or is this where the curse begins? When I told my family that I was no longer going to eat meat, did my mother mutter under her breath "Just wait until you have children....just wait. I curse you with kids just like you!"