This was several days ago now.
Sophie was looking at a picture of a cow. I pointed at its udder and said: "That's where the milk comes out."
Sophie looked at me. Worriedly.
"Dat cow's bum," she said.
"No, no, that's her bum, and that's her udder."
That exchange was repeated a few times. Sophie seemed unconvinced.
"Dis no bum?"
She wandered off, vaguely distracted. Pensive.
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