So Big Dog immediately says the requisite "Ugh" and I ask what he wants for dinner. "Mac and cheese," he says, requesting his favorite food. But Little Dog, my child with the perverse sense of humor says "I want bat!"
My real dinner plan was fish, and I told them this, but Little Dog kept insisting on bat, and before long Big Dog was demanding bat too. It didn't help that Mr. Dog had to pipe in with Peace Corps stories about people eating fruit bats in Fiji. Now Little Dog tells me, "I like Fiji."
I make my way to the kitchen and am in the middle of pan frying the tilapia when the boys show up. "Where's the bat?" they ask. And I hesitate for just a moment before I point to the two pieces of fish sizzling in the pan. "Can I bite it?" asks Little Dog. Then Big Dog is asking for a bite of bat, and they like it. They start telling me about all kind of bats they've seen. Turns out while I was downstairs cooking, Mr. Dog was fueling their interest in bats and Fiji by showing them photos on the internet. (Of bats and Fiji, not those other photos you can find on the internet. The boys are way too young for that.)
So we had our bat dinner. I know it was probably wrong to let them believe it was bat, but they asked for it. (Yeah, I do know I'm the adult here. Sad, isn't it?)