We have a nail brush in the shape of a cow, a baby gift from four years ago. For some reason Akiva calls it the sad cow.
Due to some serious playing in the dirt today, I suggested at dinner that he might benefit from an appointment with the sad cow.
He agreed, and then I asked him why he thought the cow was sad.
“Because he saves everybody.”
I asked what he meant by that.
“He cleans everyone, but he gets dirty.”