Mowing

My quasi-two year old daughter absolutely loves to take a spin on the riding mower.

So yesterday, when the yard actually did need mowing, I decided to bring her along. Armed with her Snack Trap of goldfish crackers, I sat Catie on my left knee and cranked the mower up. She sat quite still, completely fascinated with the shifting of gears by her feet, the loud noise and the precarious turns at the back ditch.

Then I realized that Catie was saying/yelling something. I leaned my head closer to hers and heard, "EI-EI--OOO! MOO MOOO here, MOO MOOO there, EI-EI-OOO!"