Once upon a time, there was a cow. Apparently, the cow walked back and forth to the barn a lot. And ate ice cream, and HEYAREYOUWATCHINGBECAUSETHEPUPPETSHOWHASSTARTEDDIDYOUHEARAUNTLIBBY THEPUPPETSHOW and the cow walked back to the house. The End.
That last picture shows what happens when a little cow from the country makes it big a little too young. Particularly when the cow doesn't have good role models. It's a shame, really.
I think 4 might be my favorite age. Hands down, the best story of the week comes courtesy of the current 4 year old [the same one responsible for that riveting theatrical portrayal of a troubled young cow on the brink of stardom and ice cream] and a certain part of his anatomy, and how he decided that it is so spectacular that it needed a name. He said, "It's so cute, I think I have to name it 'Maltesers'." [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maltesers]
I have suggested that Kevin adopt "Cadbury Creme Eggs".
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BRAVO!
Cadbury Creme Eggs, eh? I hope he laughed.
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