In a recent intellectual discussion with this birthday girl, I was lead to conduct the following Google search: “Can donkeys be female?” We were talking about milk, and where it comes from. No, I was not enlightening my daughter on the joys of breastfeeding. Think, 2% Milk found in the dairy section of the grocery store. Understanding that our milk comes from a cow didn’t seem particularly difficult, but then Eliott asked, “If our milk comes from cows, then where does Daddy’s milk come from?”
I told her, “Well, beans.”
“Beans!? No. That is not right. I think it comes from donkeys.”
It might as well, Eliott.
Happy birthday to the brightest five-year old in my universe.
The UnderToad 