someone asked me recently if i'd raise a child as a vegetarian.
now i had a son, and we did not.
we subscribed to the full pallet of food sources.
and he seems okay as a result—a little beef ornery maybe, but nothing to write home about.
now, if by some stroke of terrible luck, we had had a baby brontosaurus instead, well then, i wouldn't really have had much choice.
and if you don't think that can happen, then you're just not paying attention to the headlines on those news tabloids in the market checkout line.