Have a cow. No, really.
The day has finally come: I have resorted to bribery. I “bought” a peaceful shopping trip from my son today. The price? One plastic cow. (In my defense, I did offer to buy him a much cooler animal. A snarling lion, perhaps, or a trumpeting elephant. But no, Leo made his Wichita ancestors proud by choosing … a cow.)
Side note: I never thought I’d be checking for the location of the catchlights in the eyes of a plastic cow. For some reason, I just never thought I would.
Leo was more interested in the cow’s teeth than its eyes, however.
I guess it only makes sense that he wanted the cow to have fresh breath; he was preparing to kiss it on the lips.
(Coming soon: adorable newborn photos. Stay tuned!)