He sounded like his brain had already hatched a plan, of what I’m not quite sure, but I was willing to play along. I put my pedal to the metal and soon we were neck and neck with the feather spewing semi. As we got close the truck wasn’t full of chicken, but TURKEYS!
Conrad, without missing a beat said, “They’re going to their doom! Mom, it’s the whole Meet your Meat thing, right now.”
2. While at Gap, Conrad spied a fur lined trapper hat. He was livid!
Conrad: Mom is this real fur?
Me: How much is it?
Conrad: Yup it is real, it's $16.
Me: (trying not to laugh) No it's not.
Conrad: I've got a sample and I'm taking it back to my lab to examine it.
Conrad: You better ask someone. (at the counter) If this is real rabbit fur, you can never shop here again, got it? (Mind you he's totally serious)
Me: (ready to plug my nose in case I snort) This isn't real fur is it?
The lady: No we haven't sold clothing with real fur in years. Unless it states it on the label.
Conrad: What do you mean? (he's about ready to pounce)
Me: Like a leather jacket. Your dad has a leather jacket. I have leather gloves.
Conrad: they are rabbit fur lined. Don't you feel bad?
Me: No they are soft and warm.
Conrad: humm. That's just wrong. (rolling his eyes and crossing his arm.)
One would think Conrad would embrace the week day veg menu I’m pushing on him. Go figure?