We had our two bulls turned into a variety of hamburger and other delicacies. LittleBoyBlue has always been rather fond of the cows (and thinking that they're fond of him) so I was a little worried how he'd take this. Every night that we've had hamburger in one form or another, he asks if it's our bull. The other night, he was especially concerned:
LBB: Is this our bull?
Me: Yes.
LBB: I don't want to eat our bull!
Me: Why not?
LBB: I wanted to eat the grandma!
Ten minutes later, I had given him some of my tuna steak he took a bite chanting:
Keep swimming! Keep swimming!!
1 comment:
hahahahaha! gaul, that kid!!
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