Me: Ems, what does this note mean? (show small red-headed girl THIS plea for help)
Ems: Well (squirming slightly as if recalling something unpleasant) it was a dream. (More hesitation) They were all being . . . EATEN!! (look of abject horror – then runs off down the hall)
So there you have it. Crisis averted. We have saved the veggies.
I didn’t point out her obvious ethical conundrum the next time we ate broccoli.
