Mad About Cows
"Deba, where did the cow go?" my 2.5 year old nephew asked multiple times both Friday and Saturday night this weekend past. I was staying in a hotel in with my family for my beloved grandma's funeral services. Luckily, the cow was a quiet presence for Jacobi during the day. However, at night, the lack of light and the apparent lack of a certain cow disturbed the little guy.
Who knew a 2.5 year old could have an imaginary friend? And we're not talking about a little human imaginary friend for him to play with when no other kids are around.
His imaginary friend is a cow.
It's a love/hate relationship; he fears it, yet maintains a strange fascination for the welfare of the ominous cow.
And why shouldn't the little tyke fear the cow? Initially, I laughed at his eccentricity, thinking,"What's there to be afraid of from an animal as simple as a cow?"
Now I know just how creepy this so-called "simple" animal can be.
While visiting the old family farm, we came upon a herd of cows--or maybe they were bulls (can a cow have both horns and an udder?)--grazing in a field across the road. One heaved out a moo/bellow (depends on what the gender of the bovine really was) that the family found pretty exciting. It was obvious the bovine was telling us to get lost. Then, an eerie quiet settled upon the field. The bovine stared at us with a blank expression. Random cows amongst the herd turned their heads and joined in the creepy stare. It was really spooky, like something from Invasion of the Body Snatchers, except the cows didn't screech or point--they just gave us empty stares. One large-bottomed cow went to the trouble to pull itself up just so it could participate in the Evil Eye.
Jacobi thought it was fun to imitate the moo/bellow in the light of day. But at night, when the lights were out and the entrance into dreamland loomed ahead, he just had to know, "Deba, where's the cow? Where did it go?"
"Deba, where did the cow go?" my 2.5 year old nephew asked multiple times both Friday and Saturday night this weekend past. I was staying in a hotel in with my family for my beloved grandma's funeral services. Luckily, the cow was a quiet presence for Jacobi during the day. However, at night, the lack of light and the apparent lack of a certain cow disturbed the little guy.
Who knew a 2.5 year old could have an imaginary friend? And we're not talking about a little human imaginary friend for him to play with when no other kids are around.
His imaginary friend is a cow.
It's a love/hate relationship; he fears it, yet maintains a strange fascination for the welfare of the ominous cow.
And why shouldn't the little tyke fear the cow? Initially, I laughed at his eccentricity, thinking,"What's there to be afraid of from an animal as simple as a cow?"
Now I know just how creepy this so-called "simple" animal can be.
While visiting the old family farm, we came upon a herd of cows--or maybe they were bulls (can a cow have both horns and an udder?)--grazing in a field across the road. One heaved out a moo/bellow (depends on what the gender of the bovine really was) that the family found pretty exciting. It was obvious the bovine was telling us to get lost. Then, an eerie quiet settled upon the field. The bovine stared at us with a blank expression. Random cows amongst the herd turned their heads and joined in the creepy stare. It was really spooky, like something from Invasion of the Body Snatchers, except the cows didn't screech or point--they just gave us empty stares. One large-bottomed cow went to the trouble to pull itself up just so it could participate in the Evil Eye.
Jacobi thought it was fun to imitate the moo/bellow in the light of day. But at night, when the lights were out and the entrance into dreamland loomed ahead, he just had to know, "Deba, where's the cow? Where did it go?"
3 comments:
Anonymous said...
I will never look at cows the same...nor will I turn my back on them for long.
dmaismith said...
Freaky, huh?
Anonymous said...
Something new that Jacob is scared of is a baby Heffalump who has lost his mommy. He was watching "Pooh's Heffalump" movie today and kept telling me he was scared because the baby lost his mommy. I sat next to him on the couch and he held my hand whie it looked for its mommy.