Mooooooooo!

Rachel's mom and dad fly in tonight. Abby is going to have a cow.

Speaking of cows, apparently, I've been using holy cow as a phrase a lot lately. While Abby and I were in Wal-Mart last night, I said, "Holy cow!" at the prices of something I was going to buy.

"Dare hodee cow daddy," Abby said as she pointed up to the ceiling. Sure enough, when I looked up, there was a cow piñata hanging there, not quite so holy looking.

"Dare nuther cow," she said. And yes, there was.