Seth went out with some friends tonight. He came home and said "Hey Mom, guess what I had tonight?" Now, when the boy is 18, and out with four similarly aged friends, maybe the mother doesn't want to know. But I bit. "What?"
"Milk. From a cow."
I was confused. "Milk, Mom. From a cow. Not a bottle."
"So, you milked a cow??"
"No, Mom. It was milk from a cow. Like, not from Kroger."
Proving, once again, that my kids are way, way too city if they think that milk from Kroger is not from a cow. Or a wild cow.
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