With the mess cleaned up and breakfast coming to an end, Cole looked into the bottom of his glass and yelled "Yuck, what are those things in my milk?" I told him that it was just the cream which had broken up and was floating in his milk. I said it was yummy and he should just drink it. We got into a conversation about all the things you can make with the cream if you take it out. He drank the rest of his glass and had a sudden realization that the old milk we bought in plastic jugs didn't have cream in it and he was outraged. His response:
"When I am bigger and have my own grocery store I am going to put these cream things in everybody's milk. Some people might not know what they are and they might take them out, but I'll keep putting them in there at my grocery store, because they are so good and they should be in the milk."
At least my on the edge-crazy-hippie ideas aren't totally traumatizing my children, they are just turning them into on the edge-crazy-hippie children.