Not a Horse...A Cow?

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Quinn likes to wrestle...and jump on people...and tickle people...and just act like a silly little boy. Today was a typical Saturday and I was laying on the floor (after working in the yard for hours...and it still looks horrible)...trying to rest a little bit. Here is the conversation...

Quinn crawling up my legs and onto my back, "climbing...climbing...climbing...okay...ready?"

Mom, "Quinn, I am not a horse."

Quinn, "Mommy a cow?"

Yeah...I walked into that one...dang it.