So...Isaac has been pretending to be a cow lately. Otis, from the movie Barnyard, to be exact.
I know what you're thinking, which one is which? He's pretty good at it, right? (Isaac is the cute one with the glasses.)
This new phase of Isaac's bugs me a little. First of all because I don't like that movie, and secondly because, well, I really don't like that movie.
Most of the time pretending to be a cow isn't very exciting. Isaac does a lot of "standing around" on all fours pretending to chew his cud. Seriously, we will all be hanging out in the living room, having fun, when I suddenly notice that Isaac is down on the floor again looking placidly around and moving his jaw up and down. What a weirdo! I mean, I understand the desire to howl at the moon like a wolf and gallop around on a stick horse pretending to be a cowboy, but cud chewing? I just don't get it.
Yesterday, Isaac finally introduced me to something about this new cow thing that I could get into: Speaking Moo.
Last night, I spent some time hunting down a new tube of kid's toothpaste. "I found some, Isaac," I proudly announced as I presented him with the item that would aid him in his least favorite bedtime activity.
"Good for you," he replied in that Isaac-ish way that lets you know he does not think you have done anything grand.
"Isaac," I warn, "you know you're not supposed to say that. It bugs your teachers at school, and I don't appreciate it either."
"Sorry, Moo," he says quickly. Then, he turns to me and, as an afterthought, asks, "Do you speak Moo?"
I was laughing so hard, I had to nod to let him know that "Moo" was a language I must speak, because I had clearly understood what he had said.
"Mooo," he replied with a big smile. Which, of course, meant "Good." And, we were off...We can now communicate very fluently in Moo. It is spoken much like "Smurf" and there is no talking with your mouth full of cud. Those are pretty much the only rules.
You can confidently reply, "Moo," and come on over.
