Just In Case You Didn’t Know Where Milk Comes From

A Sneak Peek Inside Wifey’s House

So yesterday was one of those days for me. Nothing was really wrong but it felt like everything was wrong. Gasp! Yes, Wifey has bad days, too. By the end of the day I was tired, irritable and counting the milliseconds until it was time for bed.

My patience were almost gone and it seemed like the kids were doing their best to chase away the little bit that was left.

I was hanging on by a thread folks, and then at the dinner table out of nowhere my 6-year-old daughter hits me with this:

“Is cow pee milk?”

Good, Lawd! Oh, and yes, she was drinking some at the time.

*insert falling out of chair here*

“What?” That would be me asking her to repeat that again.

“Is cow PEE milk?”

“No, baby, cow pee is cow pee and cow milk is cow milk.”

Oh, when I tell you that made my night, I can’t even begin to explain. I kept my composure and didn’t laugh in her face, but I’ve been giggling for the past 12 hours. Yup, I even giggled in my sleep.

Thank God for the little people in my life … and for cow pee milk.

Winks & Smiles,