apparently i've given birth to alexa p. keaton. twice.

the ladies and i got our usual ziggurat of books out of the library last week, and we've been enjoying click, clack, moo:  cows that type and giggle, giggle, quack. 

they are dryly funny books about overly smart farm animals that cause trouble for farmer brown, like when the cows find an old typewriter and begin leaving notes saying they won't give any more milk until they get some electric blankets.

it never occurred to me to side with anyone other than the poor, chilly bovines until my girls started on this tirade:

thing two:  "those cows are bad!"

thing one:  "yeah! they're bad, and they're mean!"

thing two:  "yeah! mean!"

thing one:  "they should give the farmer milk!"

thing two:  "yeah!"

geez. i guess they're ready for careers in management.