This weekend at a birthday party my four-year-old, Vance, stood before a large table stacked full of pizza boxes opening every lid trying to find the one special piece that interested him. I watched from a few feet away as a young man came beside him and offered to help. The guy began to grab a slice of pepperoni pizza to place on Vance's wildly colored birthday plate, when Vance shook his head in refusal. "Can I tell you something?" he asked the man, with his lisp that makes "s" sound like "th." He continued without waiting for a reply, "Pepperoni tastes good, but they kill animals to Continue Reading...This post may contain affiliate links. See my full disclosure policy.