JP is my 4 year old grandson. He and his mom and dad and their English bulldog lived with us for several months while their new house was being built. One of the best things about having them here was spending time talking with him. It makes me hopeful for the next generation. He is so wise and so much fun! You can find all my Me and JP stories here.
JP: Nana, want to play something?
Me: How about we we play with this farm sticker book?
JP: Sure, Nana. This is the mama cow and this one is the daddy cow.
Me: Well, I think you call the daddy cow a bull.
JP: No, this is a daddy cow cause he’s bigger.
Me: But do you see this pink bag under the cow? That’s called an udder.
JP: Yep, that’s where the cow gives us milk.
Me: That’s right, you are so smart! You squeeze there to get milk. And the mama cows give us milk.
JP: And you squeeze to get meat.
Me: Well, no, honey, just milk.
JP: Then how does the cow share his meat with us?
I look at my son, shades of deja vu, because years ago when he was 4 or so he asked me how animals protected their meat from hunters. I think he thought the cows stood in front of stacks of plastic wrapped steaks and ground beef at the grocery store.
Me: Let’s ask Daddy.
Daddy: His muscles, buddy. He shares his muscles.
JP: Want to see my muscles, Daddy?
Whew, crisis averted. I remember the day I found out where eggs came from and didn’t want to eat them for weeks. I still don’t like to think about it too much!