After much research (see
here), we determined that we wanted to try feeding our family raw milk from a reputable source. The one we heard most about in our area was
Chuck Oliver, and as we knew people who were his customers, we chose to further our journey into healthy food with his historic farm. Now, this is north of Lapeer, Michigan, which is a good 1 1/2 hour drive from our house. That makes a good 3 hour round trip. On our second trip out there, it came out that our daughter, Rachel, did not like the smell. Jeremy, who was 2 at the time, had not yet learned to talk (he had delayed speech). While explaining to Rachel why a dairy farm had a particular aroma, Jeremy picked up on the explanation. He said "Cow Poop." Boy, did we have a laugh -- the first 10 times. The next hour and a half it was getting old. This new learned phrase lasted over a year, and to this day, we still out of habit say "it's time to go to the Cow Poop farm!"
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Not only did he call Oliver's farm cow poop farm, but any farm was a cow poop farm. When he started preschool (a special program for speech) they did a farm unit and the teacher helped him draw a picture (she mostly drew what he told her, I think) and it was labeled cow poop farm. When I heard that they were doing a farm unit, I warned the teacher what he associates with farms, so at least she knew, but they found it funny too.
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