I adore my nine-year-old grandson Tristan.
This fair-haired fourth grader has insight beyond his years. He's perceptive, smart and outspoken. He is truly a joy to be with.
We've spent a lot of time together the past few weeks. Because of some recent health issues, I'm eating a more balanced diet than I have in the past. Tristan noticed.
As I was fixing dinner last Saturday, he watched intently as I prepared a salad and cut up some yellow squash and asparagus to throw on the grill along with our steaks.
"Pap, are you turning into a vegetarian?" he asked.
"No," I answered. "Why?"
"Well, you're eating a lot more stuff now that you didn't used to eat much of," he replied.
"I'm doing it for health reasons," I explained. "It's important to eat a balanced diet and fruits and vegetables are important to your health. You need to eat more of them, too. The sooner you start the better off you'll be. How much salad do you want?"
Tristan sat quietly for a second. I could see the wheels spinning in his head.
"Why are some people vegetarians?" he asked.
"Some believe that raising animals for food is wrong. Some believe that meat is bad for your health. How do you want your steak cooked?"
"Done," he said. "Pap, I know this girl at school. She's a vegetarian."
"Nothing wrong with that," I replied. "That's a lifestyle some people choose."
A moment of silence.
"But I think it's stupid," he said. "I think people need to eat meat."
"Tolerance, young man," I replied. "Everyone has the right to choose how and what they eat. Don't call someone names and don't make fun of them for not eating meat. Respect their opinions and practices. As they should respect yours."
"But, Pap," Tristan insisted. "She says God made cows to play in the pasture, get fat on the grass, lay in the sunshine and be happy."
I had to contemplate that for a minute. I threw it back at him.
"So, what do you think?" I asked.
"I think God made cows to eat," he replied.
I just had to crack a smile. That's my boy.