It’s a cow! No, wait…

On Tuesday, Jesse, CW and I traveled to Bay Ridge (a lovely residential neighborhood in Brooklyn) to look at potential apartments. While we didn’t find one we loved (one had no tub and the other had carpet, which we’re trying to avoid because of Charlie’s past breathing problems), we did take a long evening stroll through homes with yards and a view of the Verrazzano Narrows Bridge. On the way, we saw a man walking his very large dog. The beast probably came to Jesse’s waist.

Charlie loves dogs (and birds and cows and small children). So he got very excited. And what did he say? “Moo! Moo!” And we had to explain. “Well, yes, it’s big and it’s black and white, like a moo-cow, but it’s really a dog.”

I love how his perfectly logical assumptions can be so perfectly wrong. It makes me wonder what kinds of reasonable assumptions I make that are totally wrong, too.


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