So this week’s SOC prompt is “moo” which makes me all dammit, why’d I just write that post about announcing cows when we pass them, that would have been perfect.
Moo.
Let us unleash the free form creativity and see where it leads us.
We were driving into town for dinner Wednesday when BrightSide actually lowed at the cows as we went by. It was an excellent imitation, really, and soon Bear chimed in. T-man, being too cool for school, was mildly mortified. My best advice for Bear was never to do it while in a pasture since she doesn’t really know what she’s saying.
Parenting seems to be years and years of discussing poo. What it looks like, where we put it (“Do you want an M&M? Then poo poo in the potty!”), how often it happens, that no one wants to do it at school…let’s just say we’re in our mid-forties and the topic still comes up occasionally with BrightSide’s mom.
I’ve always thought “loo” was a much more graceful word for where one poos. Maybe not to the Brits – maybe to them it’s plain old “bathroom” but the word loo feels much more lyrical to me.
I wonder how weird it would be if I started using “loo” instead.
Sometimes I wonder if the kids have forgotten how to just DO. If they’re so used to plugging in when they’re bored that they’ve forgotten any other way to entertain themselves. It’s why I was so inordinately pleased when T-man began building a skate ramp (project!) and Bear started teaching herself to draw people. I play with the idea of unplugging everything for a week but the thought kind of freaks me out.
Which means I probably ought to do it.
Visit Linda’s blog to check out her weekly stream of consciousness post. This week’s post is “moo” or words that rhyme with it. Happy reading!

Hmm.. now you’ve got me really wondering if people are saying something unintentional or offensive when they moo at a cow🤔
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Hey, I kind of look at it like winging a foreign language while abroad. You think you’re saying hi and the next thing you know some big angry guy’s yelling at you and throwing you out of the bar…
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I would have been mildly mortified to have to go #2 at school. I think I was in my 50s when I started making myself be okay with it at work. As we get older, we don’t worry as much about such silliness. That’s what I’m hoping anyway.
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Me, too! I must have had much better self control when I was younger — these days there’s not much choice, if I gotta go I gotta go. But boy, I sure do feel for my kids.
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Unplug for a week? That’s crazy talk. Maybe not so crazy, but scary for sure.
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Super duper scary. I get the jitters just thinking about it. 😆
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Seems akin to being a member of the Donner party. Let me know how that works for you.
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