933 Jack and the Cow

One day, when Daughter was about two and a half years old, she sauntered into the kitchen pulling her wheeled riding horsey.

Daughter: "Hi Man. My name Jack. This my cow."

Me: "Oh, my. What a nice cow."

Daughter: "You give me magic beans for cow?"

Me: "Why yes. That's such a nice looking cow, I'll give you six magic beans for her."

Daughter: "Ok."

Me: (Counting six pretend beans into her palm.)

Daughter: (Holding the palm with the beans under the cow's mouth) "Look cow. Man give me beans for you."

Cow: "(munch munch munch) Mmmmmm. Goooooood beans."

And then Daughter and Cow wandered out of the kitchen.

I figured next time I told her a story, I'd better be more specific.