Last night I was playing trains with Captain Chaos on the floor of the living room. We were talking about his plans for when he grows up. He invited me to live in his tree house with him.
The rest of the conversation went like this:
Captain Chaos: Daddy can come too. I like him too.
Me: Well, that’s good. Will you cook for us and clean the tree house?
CC: I will cook for you. We will have a cow. They pee milk! And we can eat cereal, cause that’s what I cook.
Me: Cow’s don’t pee milk. It comes out of their udders.
CC: Right. Like pee.
Me: No. Milk comes from a different place. The udder.
CC: Oh. We can have macaroni and cheese, but you have to make that.
Me (to Party Boy, who was curled up on the couch laughing): What is more troubling – the fact that he thought that cows pee milk, or the fact that he is still totally okay drinking it even thinking that it’s cow pee?