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Let me explain. No, seriously, I can! We went on a "field trip" today to the corn maze and they had a cow you can "milk" - a wooden cow, that is. The kids all really enjoyed it. I could see this coming, but just couldn't bring myself to stop it, despite the fact that I had seen the nasty water (and had poured it myself into the top of the "cow"). He just can't help himself. Deep in my mind, I was just picturing Zachary living long ago and milking a real cow and bringing little milk inside in the pail because he would be doing just this to a real cow...
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