You have to love kids sometimes. The other day Toby piped up with the question, “Where does milk come from?” (He’s very cute at the moment when it comes to his inquisitive side, largely because every question is pitched in a lilting sing-song voice.)
A little while later, Isaac came back with a scrap of paper on which he’d sketched out the following diagram:
He’d have earned bonus points from me if he’d drawn the udders as well, but he had clearly mapped out that milk comes from the under-side of a cow, gets taken to a factory and is then loaded onto lorries to be taken to a (quite small!) shop. A career in management consulting or something that involves process-mapping awaits.
I can’t wait to see what happens when Toby asks where babies come from …