Holy Cow

My daughters and I discovered a lovely place not too far from our home. The Texas Oil Ranch welcomed a very large play group last week and we had a blast. This is me milking a cow.

Actually, I felt rather guilty for tugging at the teet. I knew her discomfort, all too well. I even patted her side and told her I knew just how she felt...child after child, lining up to pull and tug and gawk at the squirting milk flowing from her bosoms (can you call a cow udder a bosom? and if you can, is it bosom or bosoms?) At this time I would like to clarify that I may know an element of how it feels. I only have one child that tugs at my teet, not lines of grimy elementary school students on a field trip. Thank Heavens.
This is my 2 year old milking the cow.

My 4 year old had been talking about it all week and then chickened out at the last minute. Get it? Chickened out?...we were at a farm?..
Anyway, we had a really fun time. They have pony rides, milkable cows, a train, baby animals, a petting zoo, tee pees, swings and lots and lots of room to run...and each paying child gets to chose a pumpkin from a large pile by the entrance.

The kids had a great time. We played and ran and explored and wore ourselves out.

Even the baby Mia got to milk a cow...so to speak.