The Vegetarian Virgin

When our boys were very young we attended a church in a small town. The majority of the congregation was elderly and we stood out due to our age. It was the pleasure of our congregation to dine out at a local cafeteria one Sunday a month. One particular Sunday we all had the foods of our choice placed onto our trays, the trays taken to our table by the servers and sat down to say grace. After the grace was said the congregation began to eat. Conversations flowed at the many tables, forks clinked on plates and the sounds of happy people rang out in the cafeteria. My 6 year old kept looking at my plate then at me. This went on for several minutes and I knew that he had a question for me. I asked him what he was thinking... his reply, in the loud voice of a child with an urgency to know "mom, are you a virgin?" All of a sudden not a sound was heard in the cafeteria, everyone awaited my answer. I said, "why do you ask that son?" He says, "well, you only have vegetables on your plate." I inform him politely that the proper word is vegetarian and I am as red as the beets on my plate!