On one hand, I think this is the perfect candidate for Wordless Wednesday, because there simply are no words to adequately explain/justify/excuse this. (Wordless fans: Note photo. The End.)
NOW, on the other hand, I feel a strong need to somehow explain away any culpability I may have had in this. Or to keep typing until I feel certain everyone's mouths are no longer hanging agape. Or to perhaps distance myself from my youngest son, and his maddening tendency to think exceedingly outside of the box. This is where Wordful comes into play.
But, by scouring the stores, picking out the perfect pair of fairy wings, and lovingly adjusting his tiara before he walked out the door, I have to admit that I did somewhat endorse and embrace this Fairy Princess Cow of mine. He was a big hit around the neighborhood, although I think most of the older folks assumed he was a girl. The dog did try to suckle a couple of times, but I only caught the cow mindlessly fondling his udders once.
This may very well be his last year trick or treating, so at least he went out with a bang. Or a moo. Listen, I won't lie and say I wasn't relieved when he turned down my offering of a little blush and lip gloss. His eyes widened as he said, in pure bovine disgust, "Heck no, that's girly!"
If you are offended, blame Angie. She lured me into these fun Wordful Wednesdays with her awesome fabulousness, and I'm not leaving.
And I am crossing my fingers that the folks at Wordless Wednesday will give me one more chance to behave!