I didn't have the heart to explain to Lyla that a cow drinking milk is sort of like cannibalism. Cownibalism.
At Baker's Square this morning an older guy in the next booth zombie-moaned the entire time we were there. "Unhhhhh. Unhhhhh. Unhhhhh. Unhhhhh. Unhhhhh." When the waitress came to his table, I think he ordered brains.
When we got home I painted a second coat on the porch steps. Julie and Lyla tidied the garage and periodically came porch-side to swoon at my manliness.
Lyla discovered the sled that she loathed last winter.
She likes it better now, but she might have just been smelling the fumes.
Cannibalism? I was always under the impression that cow's milk was made for cows to drink. No?
ReplyDeleteLyla's toy cow is clearly an adult, duh. It would be like you getting thirsty and saddling up to, like, Julie or whatever. So maybe not technically cannibalism, but definitely yucksters.
ReplyDeleteWhich would be worse? Me bellying up for a little snack or another species entirely, say, Tulip the dog?
ReplyDeleteOh no you didn't.
ReplyDeleteBut isn't Kemps just a harvesting a bunch of Juliecows? I really want to use the term "interspecies teats" but I'm pretty sure I'll get banned if I do.
ReplyDeletesorry. Maybe when you show Lyla this blog when she's in her teens, you can just conveniently forget the comments sections or pretend that "ja ja" was one of those friends you don't have anymore...
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