I took our 4-year-old granddaughter, Halle, to the corral on pregnancy testing day to watch as the veterinarian did ultrasounds on our cows. After a positive test, the vet shouted out, “Call it good!”
I explained to Halle this meant there was a baby in the cow’s tummy.
She replied, “I don’t want to call the baby Good; I want to call it Queen Elsa.”
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