Just now, out of the blue, Ryan started singing:
"Mommy is a cow!Mommy is a cow! Mommy is a cow cow cow!!!"
Earlier? Earlier she told me, "You look like a pig in that pink shirt mom."
Oink oink, moo moo.
It doesn't bother me that much that she's making those comments -- I know she doesn't understand the negative connotation we adults assosicate with them. What bothers me is the hysterical laughing emitting from my husband's mouth.
He won't be getting any bacon anytime soon.