So the other night, I was making dinner as usual. That particular night chicken breasts and a boxed pasta salad with a bacon-ranch dressing were on the menu.
Son: What’s for dinner?
Me: Chicken and pasta salad with ranch and bacon.
Son: UUUUUUGH! I hate meat! YOU KNOW I HATE MEAT! Why do I have to eat it?
Me: It’s good for you.
Son: I still hate it. What about the pasta salad? Does THAT have meat in it?
Me: It has bacon.
Son: Oh that’s OK. Bacon isn’t meat.
Me: It isn’t?
Son: NOPE! Not meat. I’ll just have pasta salad, no chicken please.
Me: Oook then.
So apparently bacon..isn’t meat. That’s news to me.