We live quite close to the university here. So, every time we drive into town.....we pass the ASU Farm Complex. This past spring they had three baby cows. Adorable, sweet, baby cows.
That for some reason I fell in love with....
so every time we passed the farm,
I'd "ahhh" and "oooh" and declare my love for the babies.
I stopped and took their pictures.
I admired their long lashes and their cute ears....
I declared that I could never eat beef again.
(ok, I may have had a filet shortly after this declaration)
About three weeks ago, I noticed I hadn't seen my baby cows for awhile.
I kept my eye out though...
trying to convince myself they were merely hiding in the barn.
Until we passed the other day and my middle son said very proudly
"Mom, I hate to tell you this, but I think the baby cows were slaughtered"
Now every time I drive by instead of "awww's" and "ohhh's" coming from me. I hear "Mooooom......the baby cows got slaughtered...." giggle giggle giggle....
Aren't they sweet? Charming really.
2 comments:
That is just too funny. I swear we could swap kids and wouldn't know the difference - same order, same personalities, probably even the same "giggle". Moves Chik-fil-A's marketing plan to a 'whole notha level' for you huh?
Oooh, that is just so sad, e. Poor baby cows. Funny though how different boys are from girls... my girls start balling if they see a dead rabbit on the side of the road, lol! Happy weekend sweets!
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