What I imagine the world would be like without pasta:
Me: What’s for dinner?
Mom: You can have chicken fingers, grilled cheese, or pasta.
Me: Pasta? What’s pasta?
Mom: I…I don’t know.
What I imagine the world would be like without milk:
Farmer: Go outside and kill the cow.
Me: Father, why do cows have udders?
Farmer: They’re for decoration. Want ravioli for dinner?
Me: More than anything.
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