We visited some friends in the Houston area last week (hi D, M & C!) and we went to the Children's Museum. Among thousands of really cool things to see, play with, and inspire little imaginations, was a life-sized dairy cow replica with working udder! Don't worry, it was shooting water, not milk. Nathan walked over to get in on the fun with the other kids and grabbed hold of one of the teats (hey! that's what they're called, ok?!). He pulled down and, sure enough, water squirted out for him! He was so excited. The little girl next to him was not as thrilled, as he failed to point the thing downward, and shot water all over her shirt! Unaware he was hosing this young lady down, I was several feet away behind the video camera - encouraging him to do it again (milk the cow, not squirt the girl). He did. Squirt! All over the little girl's shorts. This time, she backed up a little and gave him a stern look. He never noticed. He was so engrossed in this new wonder that he was oblivious to her increasing shade of anger. He yanked on it again! All over her arm! I had finally realized the trouble, and apologized to the young lady (about 5), as I told Nathan to wait. He squirted her again, never realizing he was infuriating and drenching the poor girl as he was intensely focused on the udder and it's function! ("Sorry sweetie - there's a blow dryer in an exhibit down the hall!")
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