After supper, Daddy and Owen went over to pay a visit to the neighbor's cows. I was looking out the window every couple minutes, thinking how sweet it is to watch father and son out enjoying a moment together in God's creation---and thinking how we REALLY live the country life as my son's favorite activities include tractor rides, truck rides, and watching the cows across the street. I love it and wouldn't trade it for anything!
Then I get a phone call. It's Jimmy. "You've got to come see your son!"
Me. "Why?"
"He just sat in a cow pie."
Of course, I had to go check it out.
Of course, I had to go check it out.
As you can see, it didn't even phase Owen. He continued to enjoy the cows. Chasing them.
Pretending to be like them and eat grass.
grass.
Then when the boys came back in the house. Owen's ever repeating words were: "Moo, poop, cai (cow), poop." "Yegs (legs), cole (cold)"--because Jimmy had, thankfully, taken his pants off before coming in the house.
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