When Your Kid Becomes a Vegetarian So You Heckle Them Without Mercy

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Lainie decided recently to try being a vegetarian. I don't remember exactly how it came up, but I do remember sitting at the dinner table chatting with her on Friday night, when I said something about how she shouldn't ever do crystal meth, and the next thing I knew she was asking me if she could be a vegetarian. Clearly I screwed up the "Don't do drugs" speach, because it scared her off of meat {some fucking crazy how} and I'm still worried that one day she'll be in an episode of Intervention.

Anyway, I told her she could try it if she wanted to, because I like to be that parent that encourages their children to be who they are and try what they want {meth and dating politicians aside}, but then I proceeded to make meat every night for the next four nights, because I also like to be that parent who challenges their kids to stick to their guns. And by challenge I mean heckle.

Do you feel better about your own parenting yet?

So far Lainie has held strong, even after dinners of pork chops, burgers, salmon patties and mini chicken chimichangas. She ate extra servings of the sides and salads I made those nights, and usually ended up eating a couple cartons of yogurt and a peanut butter and jelly or banana and honey sandwich before bed.

I don't know exactly how long this "I'm a vegetarian" thing is going to last, but I plan to up the game a little by making spaghetti and sausage tonight and chili tomorrow.

Her two favorite things.

As much as I don't love the idea of her being a vegetarian at such a young age, especially when she's already so skinny, I'm proud of her for not giving in yet.

She is most definitely like me in so many ways, and even if she did want meat again so badly it was making her crazy, she won't give up just to prove that she can do this.

To that I say, go on with your bad self, Lainie.

You are without a doubt your mother's daughter.