Gone Veg

I usually lock Schroeder out of our bedroom because he has fur and loves to spread it all over my bed. But I forgot to close the door the day after I put the super soft flannel sheets on the bed. I went up later and discovered him firmly ensconced on them. Notice the look of panic on his face when he hears me coming and knows he's about to be displaced:

Wm got his school pictures back! We laughed SO HARD at them. Wm says he has a "derpy face." They are my favorite! He looks hilarious!! Nerd alert:

A friend took her daughter to hear Temple Grandin speak earlier this week. Wm and I were talking about her and I was explaining who she is and what she does. We watched a video of a pig shaking in fear at a slaughterhouse and I told him that Temple Grandin helps design slaughterhouses so animals are calm and they are more humane. But Wm was so freaked out that some slaughterhouses are not humane that he has sworn off all meat. He was already off cow since the dairy farm (and, as we discovered at Roscoe Village, will starve himself grumpy instead of eating beef!) He goes, "I could be vegan! I will be a vegan who eats cheese." I told him that is sort of the definition of a vegan, so he's not any kind of vegan - but I will buy him only good cheese! He was appeased. Wm ate so little meat before, it shouldn't be hard to meal plan around it for him. I asked if he would eat turkey on Thanksgiving and he goes, "no way." Maybe I will be able to work more vegetables in that kid now! Bonus: he weirdly loves black beans!