Don't have a cow man.

Small talk last night over the painting of the Pinewood Derby car for tomorrow's race.

"Who's going to be at the race on Saturday?"

"Everybody. But I hope Michael doesn't come."

"Who's Michael again?"

"That kid that made fun of me and Selassi at lunch."

"THERE'S A KID MAKING FUN OF YOU???? - WHO IS IT?!"

"I just told you, Michael."

"Well WHY??"

"I don't know. He makes fun of us because we get chocolate milk every day for lunch instead of white milk. I think he does it because Selassi is brown and I'm his friend."

"What does he do, what does he say?"

"He says "watch the cow drink milk...moooooo"' (quite evolved, i know.)

"I'm going to call his mother, what's his last name - is he in the school directory?"

"You don't have to. KARMA took care of it - like you always say mom." (OMG. he actually LISTENS TO ME. and he knows what karma is. awesome.)

"Really???"

"Yea, he turned around and ran into this kid when he was leaving the lunch line and got milk dumped all over him. He had to go home because he smelled like throw up."

awesome. Karma's a cow.