*** The twins are doing great. ***
Today is Chiara’s birthday. Saturday is her party. She has been to two birthday parties this year and has specific ideas about what her party should have. For one, it should have balloons and party hats and a piñata. And the piñata should be cow-shaped.
I have no idea where she got this, (since neither of the previous piñatas were cows), but she was very firm. Had to be a cow. As luck would have it, they do make cow piñatas and we found one at the second store we went to.
Chiara loves her cow. It’s almost as big as she is, but that didn’t stop her from dragging it from room to room as soon as we got home. She introduced it to her other—much smaller—farm animals. She read it a story. She named it Mike. Mike the Cow.
Uh-oh. What was going to happen on Saturday Mike the Cow gets strung up by the ears and has her udder bashed in with a baseball bat by nine screaming three year olds?
“Honey, do you know what will happen to Mike the Cow at your party?”
Chiara knit her eyebrows, made a frowny face and a stabbing motion.
“WE’RE GONNA HIT, HIT, HIT MIKE THE COW!” she exclaimed. And then she turned to Mike the Cow and starting reading Harold and Purple Crayon to it/him/her.