Santa brought Cocoa a cow for Christmas.
She is in the deepest of depths of love with this cow. Whenever we come home, she grabs her cow and heads to the door to greet us. She also does her best impression of a kidney bean while holding her cow; tis she is a boxer.
Can you imagine what I say to her every.single.time?
Me: “Ohhhhh Cocoa, DON’T HAVE A COW!”
And she laughs and says “oh Mama, you are so silly, you know I love this cow.”
We do this over and over, day after day.
Eventually, the Cow’s life will end and he will go to the big toy box in the sky.
But until that time, Cocoa and I will keep up our cow conversation.
I walked past the front door yesterday and noticed the cow….I swear he is looking out the front door. Perhaps he longs for a pasture made of grass and not marble?
That is all.
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