I was kinda like
@AMKuska . And also, I believed Dad.
He said that we had moved after a one year stay in town to this farm so as to have dairy cows. And, that DB & I had to learn to do chores so that we would inherit the farm and those cows from him. He set up a compressor and milking system but it didn't work well for some of the cows he bought. At first, we didn't have it and milked by hand. Later, DB was given a Jersey as a "gift" but he didn't want to milk cows and I was still stuck with her.
After several years, Dad bought a Hereford bull and it became obvious even to me as a teenager by then that Dad had no intention of expanding the dairy herd into a full-time dairy. We sold our milk wholesale at first but Mom was always into "natural foods" and had friends who wanted to buy our milk. That turned into a "delivery route" for her. (Not with a horse and wagon but with the 1948 Chevy and the 1950 Dodge sedans

.) It's kinda funny that when when we moved off the farm when I was 14 that she sorta changed that into a part-time pie delivery job for a bakery. Dad continued working at his job "in town" through all those years.
I'll tell you what -- taking care of a garden was a bit of a step down from taking care of cows. We had 40 head of cows & calves after Dad went with the "dairy herd gone wild," as our veterinarian friend called it. The dairy cows produced plenty of milk for those calves but Dad & I were milking the mothers morning & night and feeding the calves. Then, there were the pastures and hay fields and irrigation and harvesting the hay. Chores. I thought that was what a "job" amounted to. But then, there was
school! It was something like a vacation

.