Ben and I pass a farm everyday on the way to school and each day he shouts, "Cow!" whether they are there or not. On the one day that Ben actually visited a farm, he fell asleep before the animal tour began. It was outrageous really-it was October and we got a pumpkin from the field, picked a gourd. Then at some point during the hayride back, he just fell asleep on me and slept through the entire "this is a goat, this is a chicken. this is a pig" shpeal, which sucked because we were miles from the car and he was really heavy. I think he did wake up for the cows-but it was a little disturbing how close they got to us and it freaked him out a bit. Nothing like waking up to 20 black cows striding toward you, mooing like nuts and swatting flies. Much better to admire them from the comfort of the car with a baggie of goldfish, a juicebox and a toy police car. (Though lately, despite these comforts, Ben is cranky in the car and it's been tough).
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