When we came out in the morning, I found in my basket a very cute, cuddly looking plastic cow. When you push him down, he poops out a jellybean. A brown jellybean.
So, I told him that it was just a jellybean like he got in his eggs. But, he didn't want to eat it anyway.
Fast forward to me coming home from work today. One of the first things Ethan said to me when I walked in the door was "Do you have the poo-poo cow?" He wanted to see it make another poop.
Of course, he still says he doesn't want to eat it afterwards.
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Wow you still post? I'm shocked (and awed (too dated a joke?))
I've got one of those on my desk at work by the way except in moose form.
I have fond memories of Rich Long's poop moose. Those were the most unappetizing M&Ms ever.
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