Meredith asked me yesterday, "Dad, are pigs almost extinct?" It seemed like a strange question. "No. Why?" I asked. " 'Cause remember yesterday when we saw all those pigs?" she replied. Apparently, the sight of rack of pig carcasses hanging in a meatlocker at Smithfield Markets had the appearance to Meredith of the equivalent of all the pigs in the world, causing her to worry about the fate of pigs generally. Fortunately, this concern didn't prevent her from eating her breakfast with gusto yesterday morning! One of the differences between British and American professional sports is that you can take food (not drinks) into the stands in Britain. This provides an excellent form of distraction for small children. We seized the opportunity and took along some little things, including some mini-cheese rounds. At one point in the football match last night, Cecily very politely held out her hand containing a half-eaten cheese and with exaggerated politeness and a pleading look on her face and said, "Daddy, I tried the pink stuff, and I don't like it." Controlling his laughter, Dad assured her the wax wrapping was not intended for consumption.
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