When I was just a little kid, I had a definite preference for giraffes. But now that I'm older and wiser, I'm showing a marked affinity for cows. I have my Moo-Moo rocking cow who I kiss and hug and sing to when I ride, and I have a little figurine of a cow that I carry around with me wherever I go. And of course, I have Cowboy. Who is not a cow, but he's called the Cow. Oliver's mom pointed out that I might have a unique idea of "cow" when I get older. Here's how Mama explains it to me:
"Moo Moo is a cow, not the Cow. And the Cow is not a cow, he's a dog. And a dog goes woof woof, a cow goes moo, but the Cow goes woof woof. Got it?"
Perfectly clear. Moof.
By the way, I'm 14 months old today. I'm practically a man.
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