Rocco had a school excursion down the mountain to visit a "hands-on" farm. I asked him how it went.
He sat there, nonchalantly chewing on his sausage and sighed.
"Fine. I milked a cows penis."
We all just lost it. I was almost on the floor. The great thing about Rocco is that he LOVES it when we laugh at him. Thinks he's the king of comedy.
Still barely containing a smile, he waved his fork around.
"No seriously, how many willies does a cow even HAVE?"
I think at that point, I started choking.
He sat there, nonchalantly chewing on his sausage and sighed.
"Fine. I milked a cows penis."
We all just lost it. I was almost on the floor. The great thing about Rocco is that he LOVES it when we laugh at him. Thinks he's the king of comedy.
Still barely containing a smile, he waved his fork around.
"No seriously, how many willies does a cow even HAVE?"
I think at that point, I started choking.
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