Eating Cows

Yesterday, J.J. asked if the Chef Boy-R-Dee ravioli's we were having for lunch had cow or chicken meat in them. "Cow," I said. Then he said in a happy little voice, "Grace, we're eating cows!" Grace didn't even pause but looked at me with a questioning expression and asked, "Mommy, did you pick the cow from our garden?" "No," I said, "Have you ever seen cows growing in our garden?" Again, without missing a beat she said (as if having to educate her mother of the obvious), "Of course! I see little cows that you picked." Well, there was no convincing her otherwise, so I gave up. So much for J.J.'s attempt to enlighten his baby sister.