I just made hot dogs for the girls for dinner while Misty is shopping at Sephora. As we were eating, Emily asked me, "Are hot dogs good for you?"
"No," I replied. "Not at all. They're not even real meat."
"What are they?" she wanted to know.
"They're made from all the leftover parts of the cow that nobody really wants," I explained.
"Oh," Emily said, knowingly. "So it's their poop?"
I expected a meltdown when I told her yes, but just accepted it and kept eating.