One time I was musing upon certain serious issues and unexplained things and wondered how almond milk actually was really made. Dylan answered, “There’s very advanced intricate machines with little suctions and clamps to milk the almond’s tiny teats.” My eyes became briefly round with preoccupied wonder as I dutifully pictured the explanation described and was impressed by the intriguingly miniaturized science of this. Then I scowled, narrowed my eyes, smacked Dylan and said, “HEY.” Dylan meanwhile descended into a merry madness of delighted chuckling. A couple of times he slapped his knees. “Tiny teats!” he chortled. “Yeah laugh it up,” I growled and cursed God for constructing my nature from such large swathes of naïve blind faith and gullibility.