I thought about this story over the weekend. There is a vital element missing from this story and I don't know what it is. I wouldn't do that to a kid that lived in my neighborhood and I certainly wouldn't do it to a kid I had for seven years. Something is just not making any sense.

I've been to the Netherlands, I couldn't eat the food either (or look at it for that matter). I have a kid that does not eat meat. Is it a pain in the ass sometimes, yes. Does that have anything to do with my love for her - hell no.