The Sagacious Granddaughter?

When I was a child living with my grandmother in Singapore, we used to take the train to Kluang, Malaysia almost every vacation to visit family. It was such a huge highlight because the train tracks would actually go through some of the more rural parts of southern Malaysia (as well as the obvious urban parts) where you would actually be passing right through people's backyards. One got to see laundry hanging on the clotheslines and even people bathing in their bathing area in the back of their house. One of my favorite sceneries was going through the farms with cows, the rubber plantations, and even the jungle.

It was during one of these trips that I noticed that there were different colored cows. Namely, there were black cows and there were white cows. I turned to my grandmother (because to me at that age, my grandma knew EVERYTHING) and asked: "Grandma, why are there different colored cows?"

"I don't know," she said. "They probably make different kinds of milk."

I remember having thought really hard about her response before asking her:

"So do white cows make white milk and black cows make chocolate milk?"

I also remember my grandmother pausing for a moment before saying: "Yes. Yes, they do."

I am a Sagacious Grandmother-in-training.