We live in a suburban stree, but right on the edge of town. Two blocks over are the dairy cow paddocks. Naomi loves to see the cows, and we often walk along a public path, beside the fields. At the end of this path is a little acreage hobby farm - large vege patch, chicken run and, just this week, 2 new black sheep.
As we looked at the sheep, through the fence, I said "Look Naomi, the sheep are eating the grass."
She said "yes... must be hungry." Then she thought about it for a minute and said, "Sheep should have eaten more breakfast."
Which I say, on a regular basis... to the 2-year old. Not to the sheep.