So, we’re eating dinner on the patio and Vivian asks, “You know why I like cows?” Before I could reply, she said, “I like cows because I like steak. Steak is inside the cow and then somebody kills it so you can get the steak out.”

As I confirmed that steak comes from a cow, she took another bite of her steak and said, “I like steak sauce, too. Steak sauce is really good with steak but I don’t have any.” Taking the hint, I brought her some Worcestershire sauce.

Vivian thanked me for her favorite sauce and noticed my flowers. She smiled and said, “I like your orange lilies, Mom. I like your roses too, the pink roses are pretty, but I don’t really like roses because they can poke holes in you. For real, those little pokeys hurt! I like your dark lilies too. We have pretty flower here.”

She took another bite of steak and said, “Yep. I like cows.”