No, this isn't a post about nursing. This weekend we sent our son away to my sister's for the weekend, seeing as how it was our anniversary Friday and Sound Man's birthday today (Sunday). All three of us had a great weekend, in our respective places.
My sister told me about a conversation she had with Kiddo and my Nephew. It went something like this:
Kiddo: Can I have something to drink?
Carlyn: Yes, you can have some ice water.
Kiddo: Can't I have some milk? (He thinks the milk at my sister's house is SOOOOO much better because they drink whole milk instead of the "nasty" 2% we have.)
Carlyn: No, just ice water.
(It gets a little fuzzy here, since I wasn't there and didn't hear it first hand, but Kiddo asked if it was tap water or something like that.)
Carlyn: Yes, it's from the tap.
Kiddo: I wish whole milk came from the tap.
Nephew: (wait for it....)
It's called a cow.