|#3: See cows milk.|
That this was not so different a system than the acquisition of their 2% was a fact that had to be seen to be believed, so we did what any soft suburban family does: we drove to the nearest organic farm with "creamery" in the name and a reputation for delicious ice cream.
(Bonus farm photos for the soft suburbanites among us:
At bedtime, I asked E about the milking, confident she'd express delight at fulfilling an item on her list. I was wrong.
But I didn't see what I wanted at all.
She held her fists up and pulled the left one down, then the right.
Where's the farmer with the bucket?
So it turns out we didn't cross anything off her list at all. But the ice cream was really delicious.