Cows

When I was young probably 3 or 4 I would say Cow is such a way that my Uncle Jack would laugh. When ever we would go to visit him he would load us all into the car and go for a drive to find some cows grazing in the pasture just so he could hear me say cow. I really don’t remember these trips but even today, some 45+ years later my mother still talks about it.

I was thinking about this afternoon as my husband and I were driving back from Sultan and we past a few cows out in a pasture. Often when I am out driving with Kyle I point out the cows for my own pleasure. I laugh because I do it to harass my husband; he has worked in the meat industry for his entire career so to him there is a clear distinction between cows and cattle. I tried to explain to him that to us layman, a cow is the generic term for a bovine, but no, cow only means something that you milk for dairy purposes. Cattle are what you raise for meat. There is no gray area with him. That is one of the greatest qualities in my husband that everything is black and white. So today I didn’t say it but I thought to myself cows and smiled. I love you dear.