Origins of Cheese, with Dad

So momma went away this weekend to visit with some Mary Kay friends leaving Bella and I to spend some quality father-daughter time. Believe it or not, we actually didnt starve! Thank God mom went shopping for us before she left, which leads us to our important object lesson.

One of the delectibles left for us were chicken sausages with sweet fire roasted peppers and a five (yes count 'em, 5!) cheese blend. Mmmm, they were so delicious. Our dinner conversation went as follows:

"There is butter on the sausages," my spry little prodigy began.
"No, Bella, it's cheese."
"Cheese comes from sausages?"
"No, cheese comes from cows."
"No, MILK comes from cows." (Never mind that we drink only soy milk.)
"And cheese comes from milk," I vainly tried to reason with my three year old.
"No, Dad. Cheese comes from sausages. Look!"
"You're right, Bella. Cheese comes from sausages."
"Can I have some more sausages, please?"
"Yes, you may."