February 5th, 2010

Cowie Comes Home

When my daughter was two, she fell in love with a little black and white stuffed cow. They met in a Lake Arrowhead store where we’d stopped to stock up on snacks for the drive back to San Diego, our home at the time.

“Cowie! Cowie!” Phoebe cooed. “ I LOVE you Cowie!”

Figuring ten bucks was a small price to pay to avoid a meltdown and get on the road, I handed my credit card to the woman behind the counter. Still, as we drove off, I knew my fickle-hearted girl would probably tire of her new love by the time we hit Bakersfield.
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By Dorothy O'Donnell