"Really?" I asked. "You don't want to eat hamburgers anymore?"
"Blech." I remembered our morning conversation in which she begged to buy school lunch because it was corn dog day.
"What about corn dogs?" Silence.
"I only eat corn dogs."
"Who in your class is a vegetarian?"
"Rose." My suspicions were confirmed.
Tonight, after volunteering all day at Ella's school, I announced, "Girls, we're going to Subway for dinner. Put your shoes on."
Lauren demonstrated the effectiveness of advertising. "Subway? Eat fresh!"
"I guess I could get a veggie sandwich," Ella said. "Or I could get tuna."
"Oh, you're a pescatarian?"
"Yes! That's what I am. A pescatarian."
We arrived at the Subway counter and Lauren decided immediately, "I want a 'neatball' sandwich."(No matter how many times I tell her it's 'meatball' she has her mind made up.) I glanced at Ella. She was frowning. And I thought I heard a little whimper.
"I want a meatball sandwich, too."
"I'll be happy to share with you, Ella, " Lauren said in that sing-song voice I love.
Ella was still frowning. "Thanks, Lauren."
I divided the sandwich between the girls. "I think maybe you like meat too much to be a vegetarian, Ella."
"Yeah," she said, taking a big bite. "I think so, too."
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