My oldest nephew, RJ, has loved cows for a long time. None of us really knows why, but it seemed to be love at first sight. This means any novelty item with a cow on it reminds me of him.
My mother and I ate at a local eatery when I was in Kentucky last weekend and I wandered around the gift area while we waited for our food to arrive. I returned to the table and this convo took place:
Me: “There is a cow stool over in the corner. I should get it for RJ.”
Mom: “I hope you mean the sitting kind and not the other kind?”
Me (while chuckling): “Uh, yep.”
Mom: “This is going to make the blog, isn’t it?”
Me (still chuckling): “Uh, yep.”
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