Yesterday Elizabeth went out to her grandpa's house in the middle of nowhere. I guess on the way out there she saw some cows fighting in a field. I'm not sure what cows fight over, or how they fight, but that's her story.
She piped up to let everyone in the car know that black cows make "charcoal" milk. NOT chocolate milk. Charcoal milk.
Her uncle asked her, "Who drinks charcoal milk?"
She said, "The black cows!"