Little Lamb

We had a showing tonight and with the house immaculately clean, we didn't want the kids in the house to mess anything up.  So, we headed out to dinner at a little gyro place in town.  While eating, Jeff offered the kids a few bites of his gyro meat, which they apparently loved.  Most people who know me also know my theory on what kinds of meat I will consume (beady eyes only--think chicken & turkey & fish--which I do know is not really "meat").  I asked Jeff if he thought the kids would still eat his gyro if they knew what they were eating.  Part of me wanted to tell them just to see their reaction and the other part (the part that used to lie to Ella about things not being fruits or veggies) wanted to keep it a secret.  The curious side of me won, so I said, "You know you are eating lamb," to Ella.  She didn't understand so I said, "Like baaa...".  Still.  Did. Not. Get. It.   Then I repeated, "Lamb.  Like fluffy white lamb.  You know, they say baaaa..."  She looked right at the meat and declared, "Well, this lamb is yummy!"  Seriously.  This is a kid who won't eat an orange or a banana or broccoli, but she will eat lamb?!