While visiting the farm at Kensington, Oliver says, "that cow is a girl". Having just been to a dairy farm last weekend and having a discussion about teets, I was curious to see where this was going.
Me: Really, how do you know its a girl?
Oliver: Those things, the bumps.
Me: Do you remember what they're called?
I truly wish I had some sort of mental notepad. He said so many things today that in the moment I swore I would remember to write down, but alas, my aging brain fails me again.