The following is a true story.
My family went to the local diner to grab a quick dinner last night. It was me and my wife along with our son and daughter. My son will turn six next month. And, his sister is 22 months older than him.
While we were waiting for our food, my son was playing around with some rubber bands that are shaped like animals (when not expanded). He got them at school – apparently they’re all the rage. And, that led to this family exchange:
Son, to his sister: Look, this one is a cow. Here’s the legs and this is where the milk comes from…
Sister, in reply: Yes, the udder.
Son: The “other” what?
Sister: No, the “udder.”
Son: Yeah, the “other” what?”
Dad: No. She means where the milk comes from…
Mom: He knows. He actually milked a cow last year when he went on a school trip to a farm.
Dad, to son: Dude, you milked a cow?
Dad: You remember what you did?
Son: Yeah, we held on to those parts and the milk came out.
Dad: And, do you remember what those parts were called?
Son: I’m don’t remember. I think they were the “tentacles”?
At this point, we all cracked up and then I told him that they were called “udders” and not “others” or “tentacles.”
I have to give the little guy credit for the Jerry Coleman/Mickey Rivers/Dizzy Dean attempt to sledgehammer a square peg into a round hole on this one. Yogi ain’t got nuttin’ on my boy.