I made coconut chicken for dinner. It was tasty. Joel made the comment that it was a great meal. We had frozen peas and fruit from a can too in my pitiful attempt to make the meal more rounded. Not very glamorous, but Joel was quick to point out that we were having protein, fruits and vegetables and dairy. Nope, no dairy. The chicken was dredged in coconut milk, not regular milk. This was the conversation that followed. I've left out names so that my children won't be traumatized at some future date by having this conversation immortalized on the interwebs.
Child 1: "Regular milk comes from cows, right?"
Child 2: " And sometimes penguins"
I couldn't help it. I cracked up. I told Child 2 that typically mammals produce milk and birds do not (although a quick Google search showed otherwise, technically speaking). The conversation went on with him continuing to be confused and saying cow's milk came out of its "butt" (a word that I typically discourage, just to make that clear). Ew. Um, no. I don't think milk would be such a popular beverage if that were the case. I explained that no, cow's milk comes from its udders which he then began calling "butters." At that point I decided to change the subject before conversation went down hill any further.
I think maybe we need to have some simple biology lessons to straighten things out. David and I have obviously dropped the ball in this department.
2 comments:
love it. wish I could have been a fly on the wall during this dinner! Actually, I wish I could have been eating at the table with you because the meal sounded delish!
This made me belly laugh! I love kid conversations.
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