J's cousin brought his cow roping dummy to J's family reunion last weekend. I saw it outside and dragged it in, thinking it would be a distraction for Max so I would have 4 consecutive minutes of not insanely running around chasing him.
What I didn't realize was that this cow dummy would prove to be the love of M's life.
He climbed on this thing, hugged it, kissed it on the nose, etc. He wouldn't leave it alone. Until the older reunion participants started roping it.
ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE.
The first time J's cousin roped it, Max screamed out loud. The second time - Max not only screamed, but started shaking his fists. The poor little dude was so upset that people were hurting his buddy. He sat on my lap and bawled while he watched his friend get roped and pulled all around the room. Every time the lasso would tighten around the cow's neck - he would just shake and the tears would roll down his cheeks.
It was like 20% heartbreaking and 80% hilarious.
I'm seriously considering making one of these for Max's christmas present. And since I have officially dubbed myself the queen of PVC pipe projects (more on this in an upcoming post) all I need is some pvc pipe, a blue print and a plastic cowhead. So, if you know anyone selling a plastic cow head, let me know.
J's uncle accused me of raising a "tree hugger." I just told him that maybe Max was Hindu in his past life.
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