Yesterday, the Mrs. and I were furniture shopping. Georgia was at summer camp and Irelyn was merrily burbling the way only a 2 year old can burble in her car seat.
I think it's a natural instinct that whenever parents pass small groups of bovines that we yell at our kids "Look Honey! Cows!" As if cows were some sort of rare sighting that should be written down in the annals of the child's history so that one day they could sit with their grandchildren and tell them that long ago, they once saw cows. Real, live cows.
Anyway, this particular day did not find our path crossed with any bos taurus but we did drive by a cemetery where Irelyn piped up and exclaimed "Cows. Mooooo!".
Of course, being the type of parent I am responded with "No honey, those are dead people".
Surprisingly, the Mrs. laughed.