|She is deciding if you would taste better with ketchup or ranch.|
Somehow, the Donner party tragedy came up in conversation recently. Okay...in the interest of full disclosure I have to admit I started it. I made a crass and tasteless joke (because that's how I roll) about throwing a Donner...er...dinner party, and my curious little Sparky wanted to know who they were and why I would make cannibal jokes about them. I explained about the pioneers trudging out west with their wagons and carts, hoping to beat the winter as they made their way to California but instead getting stuck in the mountains for months, and surviving...well, as cannibals often do when they must choose between life and starving to death. She is a sensitive child and has been bullied by mean girls on whom I wanted to go all momma bear, so I thought the idea of eating people to survive would upset her sensibilities. Instead, I was blown away by her response.
"If I got stuck like that, I know who I'd eat first," she said, and then named the bully.
I didn't know whether to laugh or not, but I did know one thing for sure: I want to make sure I stay on this girl's good side.