Ok, maybe this isn't the best title for a blog. In fact, the
more I think about it, it's pretty heinous. If I've learned anything in life,
it's that you never call a woman of any age a cow. However, I've already typed
it out and I don't really want to hit the backspace key. I mean, that's some
unnecessary key pressing that doesn't particularly need to occur. Especially when
you consider Ellie's lack of reading ability. By the time she's actually able
to read this and comprehend it, maybe she'll also be old enough to comprehend
her father's weird sense of humor.
I should probably provide a tiny bit of background as to why
I'm referring to nice, little Ellie as a cow. It's not because she's big
because we all know that's not the case. That being said, there are certainly
times that she eats like a cow. The girl certainly loves her food and her milk.
Instead, I can thank Chick-Fil-A for me calling Ellie a cow. You see, today was
Cow Appreciation Day and Chick-Fil-A celebrates in a very unique fashion. If
you come into the restaurant dressed like a Holstein cow (like the ones in
their advertisements), you receive a free meal for having done so.
So, when you take all of that into account, it's a given I
was going to take advantage of free chicken for Ellie. Now, keep in mind, that
people normally don't have Holstein cow attire easily on hand. Luckily, we did
have some clothes that would work. Between a pair of cow-print pants from our
most recent batch of hand-me-downs and an unbuttoned three-to-six month onesie
with a homemade cow's head on the front,
Ellie was looking pretty cute if I don't say so myself. So with that, I loaded
my daughter up and headed to Chick-Fil-A.
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| Who's a good moo cow? Who's a good moo cow? Ellie's a good moo cow! |
Something that I have noticed is that Chick-Fil-A has to be
the unofficial eating establishment of stay-at-home moms all over the KC Metro
area. Keeping that in mind, I decided to beat the rush by showing up around
10:30 to take advantage of the free meal. As we reached the restaurant, imagine
my surprise when the place was already looking pretty full. After placing our
order, I happily found a table alongside the window, but could not procure a
high chair for Ellie. It was for the best though as I had forgotten both Ellie's
bib and cup so it was slightly easier for me to feed her myself. Once our meals
arrived, I slowly fed Ellie a healthy portion of nuggets and her fruit cup
(keeping the apples for myself of course since she can't chew them) while
trying to grab occasional bites of my sandwich for myself.
I say slowly because there was certainly plenty to
distract Ellie on a day such as today. First and foremost would be the iconic
Chick-Fil-A cow who was wandering around the premises greeting visitors. In fact,
every time he walked by our table, "Eat Mor Chikin" sign hanging
around his neck, Ellie immediately stopped whatever she was doing to stare at
her new bovine friend. Couple that with about 15 kids wearing white trash bags
with spots drawn in Sharpie and that one elderly couple with pictures of cows
taped to their foreheads and you can tell that Ellie was easily doing more
watching than eating.
Honestly, I love days like this. I think it's fun to go on
weird little outings like this with Ellie. I know she'll never remember them
but I should remember at least a few of them. I just found myself with one lone
regret from the day; I didn't manage to get a photo op of Ellie and the cow
enjoying chicken together. Does my failure to get a photo of a stranger in a cow costume holding my baby girl mean I'm failing as a parent? Probably does. #DaddyWrite
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| Ok, I lied. Look closely and you can see Ellie staring out the window happily watching the cow jump. |
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