Place: A farm somewhere
I think I've mentioned on here before that I was raised a city-girl. Concepts of the farm were very foreign to me as a child. I don't remember all the details surrounding this story, but I do remember the important parts.
My family and I were visiting someone on a farm one afternoon when I was around 4 or 5 years old. There were cows roaming all over the place, and I was fascinated by this. As little children often are, I was curious to know which were the girl cows and which were the boy cows. There were several calves standing by their mommies, so I wanted to know where all the daddies were.
After my string of questions, my parents tried explaining to me that cow families were not the same as human families. They pointed out the one bull, and tried to explain that he was the daddy of all the calves, even though they had different mommies.
To which I confidently exclaimed, "*gasp* That bull is an adulterer!"