While on the hay ride at yesterday's preschool field trip to Superstition Farm:
Charlie, you see those huge, giant, long nipples on that cow right there? That's where the milk comes out.
No way, Tommy, Charlie retorts, pointing in the direction of the uncomfortable-looking heifer, his voice with edged with disdain. It comes out of that hole under his tail.
Tom considers for moment, then replies:
Oh. That makes sense.
I didn't correct them. Is like last week, when Tom was listing all the bugs he'd seen in the garden: a cockroach, a bee, a spider, a bug I didn't know, and three holy molys. When Ross started to speak, I evil eyed him 'til he quit.