For the past several nights, Titus has had to ask me about "mooses and cowses".
"Mommy, there's no mooses in my room."
"No, there are no moose in your room."
"Mommy, there's no cowses in my room."
"No, there are no cows in your room."
"And Mommy, there's no mooses in the kitchen, and no cowses in the kitchen, and no mooses in the living room and no cowses in the living room."
"That's right, Titus. There are no moose or cows in the house. They live in the woods and barns far away."
"But Mommy, there are a couple mooses at Marrisa and Melayna's house."
"Oh, only a couple?"
"Yeah, there are only 2 mooses at Melayna's house."
At this point I gave up reasoning with him and agreed that there were 2 moose at Melayna's house. I have no idea where he got the notion that he had to make sure that there are no cows or moose in his room or his house. However, he was okay with there being 2 moose at Melayna's house. (I'm pretty sure that there are no moose or cows at the Howett house).
Little tid-bits from the daily hum-drum of life ... snippets that would otherwise most likely be forgotten.
Brian reminded me that 6 months ago we had a book from the library about cows in the house and they had to get out before the little boy could go to bed. That may explain the cows, but the moose - still no clue.
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