I REALLY Am At A Loss For Words

(Via White Whine)

This actually reminds me of the story my mom told about taking her Head Start kids on their first trip to a farm. It was a wonderful educational day for urban kids, and they saw lambys, and duckys, and chickys, and piggys. 

They also got the chance to have some wholesome milk, fresh from the cow. 

Needless to say, they freaked. 

To them, milk came from the store, in cartons. "THAT WAS GROSS!"  

Many swore off milk altogether once assured that, yes, this is actually where their milk really originated.