Sunday

Me: "Hazel, how old are you?"
Hazel: "Six."
Me: "Really? How old is Mommy?"
Hazel: "You're a lady, you're 7."

Later that day

My Dad: "Hazel, do you know where milk comes from?"
Hazel: "BRAUMS!"
My Dad: "Well, that's not exactly what I was thinking, but you're right."