Moo. Flying cows? Only with Timmy. Although it wasn't long after this picture that Timmy was asked, then told to stop throwing moo. Then it got taken away for a little while, and he finally got the message.
I hadn't realized how tall Timmy was getting. My gauge of how close to put things to the edge of tables and countertops was off, and almost created a casualty of a glass beer stein. Fortunately, Timmy was more interested in playing with the stein top than the glass itself, and thus didn't pull it off the counter before Daddy could get there.
2 comments:
The fun's over, Tim, Dad's home. ha ha ha
Maybe timmy wanted the cow to jump over the moon, no moon
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