“What is that?” I pressed my face up against the car window.

“A cow.” My mom replied in the same tone she used for the other seven billion questions I had asked. “It’s where milk comes from.”

“Ohhh! Look!” I pointed and jumped around in the car seat. “That’s optional and that’s white and that’s chocolate!”

“What?” Confused she looked back in the rear view mirror at me.

“The one with spots is optional.” I replied. I was proud of showing off the big word I had learned at school and figuring out the big secret.

“Optional?”

I sighed, in the way only a six year old can, and replied, “Yeah, it’s white and black so you can get chocolate and white milk out of it.”

“Really? What about Strawberry”

I looked at her a bit confused because she was making these strange noises and the car was slowing down. I figured she was the big person she should already know this stuff. So, in a slightly annoyed tone I replied, “Mom, you know where that comes from. We just bought some. Quik with the bunny on the can?”