I was at Target the other day and I figured I’d just poke through the children’s books.
Am I a cow? How would I know? Or even more importantly, how would I NOT know? Do cows know that they are cows?
So I bought the book. For Benjamin. (Even though he totally can’t read yet.) (I haven’t given it to him yet, and I’m hoping he doesn’t already have it.)
But then I read it. Spoiler alert follows.
Oh. I guess I’m not a cow. *has a sad*
Yesterday I had my last day teaching at the school until the fall semester starts (which is in less than four weeks!).
This is a sign I shouldn’t mindlessly snack.
Yes, I cleaned it up.
And then I got a little artsy with Instagram. What do you think?
Can you tell what that second picture is? (Hahaha.)