TWO-YEAR-OLD Sholto peers up at the forest of cows’ legs from beneath a mop of shoulder-length blonde curls. He has stopped making mooing noises and is enveloped in uncharacteristic silence. He wears a look of profound comprehension. Yesterday, he had gone to see the cows grazing and been told that the milk for his cornflakes came from the cows’ ‘boobies’. His immediate response had been: ‘How does it?’
I could tell our explanations had been inadequate and that the unanswered question