The Little Man is sitting here in my lap. He points to some scratches on his leg. He tells me, in a very serious voice, "Moddy, the cow, bit me. She bit me when I went into the cow pen."
Vicious cow, eh?
Except for the fact that he got those scratches yesterday tripping over a blackberry vine!
So, how does a 2 year old come up with a story like that?
Blessings.
Very cute - reminds me of a story that I had forgot. When my one nephew was 2 (he will be 13 in Sept), his mom was feeding him in the dining room and went into the kitchen to get something. When she came back he had dumped his dish full of food on the floor. She asked him who did that and he looked her right in the face and said Winnie the Pooh like he meant it.
ReplyDeleteSounds like your son was just being a man - wanted a more manly story than I tripped over the blackberry vine. Being bitten by a cow just makes for a better story :)
And thanks for bringing back that memory to me.