It’s a Cow Thing.

The conversation Kate and I had while she and Sammy were in the tub the other night is one for the books. Or at least for the blog. It went something like this:

Kate: Mommy! Sammy’s pottying in the bath!!

Me: No he’s not, Kate.

Kate: Yes he is! I saw it! I saw it come out of his… his… his cow thing!

Me: His what?

Kate: His cow thing! You know, the things cows have!

Me: Kate, cows don’t have those. Well, I guess some cows do, but… [don’t worry, Andy already informed me that cows do not in fact have them, and if they did, they’d be called bulls.]

Kate: Yes they do. The things milk comes out of.

Me: Well that’s not what Sammy has. That’s how Sammy goes potty.

Kate: I KNOW. AND HE WAS POTTYING IN THE BATH.

Me: Maybe it was milk.

Kate, full of disdain: Mommy.

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12 Replies to “It’s a Cow Thing.”

  1. HA ha ha ha HA HA HA HA! Bwaaaahhhhaaaaaahaaaaa!
    You cannot put ANYTHING past Kate. Good luck with that for the rest of your life! Did you tell her SHE has “cow things”?? πŸ™‚

  2. Hahaha! This made my day πŸ™‚ But on a similar note, I have a friend whose daughter called it a tail. She would say, “I saw brudders tail!” and she would tell everyone, lol! They got separate baths after that πŸ˜‰

  3. hopefully you don’t have to explain why the pigs are “playing leapfrog” the next time you go to the farm… like I had to.

    Isn’t preschool biology fun?!?

  4. Hilarious!!! A cow thing…that is too cute!

    We call them peanuts…but you can’t dance around with a funny hat on like Planters..well, you could but that’s a different story and turns this comment to XXX Rated!

    LOL!!

  5. My daughter also thinks they are cow udders! She’s old enough now to know better…but she still likes to refer to them as that. πŸ˜‰

  6. I can’t wait for this conversation! At least the only one with boy parts around here is my husband, who is not quite comfortable being nekkid in front of her – for that very reason!

  7. Em, you know that “cow thing” phrase is going to come out of Kate’s mouth in public, right?

    In the most embaressingly and awkward (and inescabable) way possible.

    Good luck, my friend.

    πŸ˜‰

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