Tough luck, indeed
The thread about non-meat eating children reminded me of a conversation that once occurred in my home, years ago. Picture a family meal, with mother, father, eldest daughter (then 4), and baby brother (then about a year). Baby sister wouldn't make her appearance for another three years or so. It's a standard meal: meat (pork chops), various vegetables, a basket of rolls. Eldest daughter, who is past her no-meat phase, is nonetheless asking probing questions about meat in general. Where does it come from? she wants to know. Mummy explains: animals. Oh. That requires some mental digestion. After considering a moment, she pursues the matter: And this particular bit of meat in front of her? Which animal does it come from? "Well, dear", says mummy, hoping that we're not about to plunge into a second, more substantial non-meat-eating phase, "that's a pork chop. It used to be part of a pig." Another pregnant pause. Daddy chips in, solicitous of her feelings, "Does that bother you, sweetie?" "Nnooo..." She pauses, considering the slice of pig on the plate in front of her. Then she lifts her head and says, quite matter-of-factly, "Tough luck on the pig, though!"