Okay, since I made you sit through a Boring Blog Business Blog yesterday, today you will be rewarded with a fun, mindless, carefree blog about Nathan! And chicken! And cows!
I mentioned earlier that Nathan was on the schedule to wear the cow suit at Chick-Fil-A, the restaurant where he works. Since we have never seen our first born son in a cow suit, we marked it on the calendar so that we could be sure to show up andharrass applaud him.
As Nathan was leaving for work this morning, he mentioned that any customer who made an attempt to dress up like a cow would get their meal free. Well Steve, being a sanguine (frugal) sort of fella, decided he would take Chick-Fil-A up on their offer.
And so with the capable assistance of Sarah, his lovely Cow Suit Designer, Steve prepared for his very first bovine-esque public appearance.
As we got near the restaurant (a mere ninety seconds from our house) we were all eagerly looking for signs of Nathan. When I saw THIS standing outside the restaurant, my first thought was, "Wow! Nathan has really porked up!"
Whew! Thankfully, that was not the cow that was Nathan.
As we got out of the car, Steve suddenly decided that just having spots on his shirt was not sufficient and that he also needed to have a spot in the middle of his forehead.
It was at that very moment that Sarah and I felt compelled to walk about twenty steps behind him and pretend that he was with someone else.
When we all eventually made it into the restaurant, the little lady by the counter rang the bell because--hooray!--someone had walked in as a cow! (Actually, it was one cow and two ladies "cow-ering" behind said cow.)
And then, before we knew what was happening, we were actually getting to meet and have our pictures taken with the Fab and Famous Chick-Fil-A Cow!
I was so proud. I was walking around telling complete strangers, "That cow is my son!" (Kind of a strange thing to say, actually.)
Hey, he may never get to be the president of the United States but at least I can always say that my son was (sniff) the Chick-Fil-A (sniff) COW!
Here is the Cow and his proud family.
Life father, like son.
So it has been a memorable day in the Smith House. (And yes, it's fine with us if you all want to say that you "knew us way back when," back before our son made us famous.)
Before we left, Steve paused for a shot with the BIG version of his Bovine Bro. He and Nathan are now both esteemed members of the Cow Fraternity.
I'm so proud.
I mentioned earlier that Nathan was on the schedule to wear the cow suit at Chick-Fil-A, the restaurant where he works. Since we have never seen our first born son in a cow suit, we marked it on the calendar so that we could be sure to show up and
As Nathan was leaving for work this morning, he mentioned that any customer who made an attempt to dress up like a cow would get their meal free. Well Steve, being a sanguine (frugal) sort of fella, decided he would take Chick-Fil-A up on their offer.
And so with the capable assistance of Sarah, his lovely Cow Suit Designer, Steve prepared for his very first bovine-esque public appearance.
As we got near the restaurant (a mere ninety seconds from our house) we were all eagerly looking for signs of Nathan. When I saw THIS standing outside the restaurant, my first thought was, "Wow! Nathan has really porked up!"
Whew! Thankfully, that was not the cow that was Nathan.
As we got out of the car, Steve suddenly decided that just having spots on his shirt was not sufficient and that he also needed to have a spot in the middle of his forehead.
It was at that very moment that Sarah and I felt compelled to walk about twenty steps behind him and pretend that he was with someone else.
When we all eventually made it into the restaurant, the little lady by the counter rang the bell because--hooray!--someone had walked in as a cow! (Actually, it was one cow and two ladies "cow-ering" behind said cow.)
And then, before we knew what was happening, we were actually getting to meet and have our pictures taken with the Fab and Famous Chick-Fil-A Cow!
I was so proud. I was walking around telling complete strangers, "That cow is my son!" (Kind of a strange thing to say, actually.)
Hey, he may never get to be the president of the United States but at least I can always say that my son was (sniff) the Chick-Fil-A (sniff) COW!
Here is the Cow and his proud family.
Life father, like son.
So it has been a memorable day in the Smith House. (And yes, it's fine with us if you all want to say that you "knew us way back when," back before our son made us famous.)
Before we left, Steve paused for a shot with the BIG version of his Bovine Bro. He and Nathan are now both esteemed members of the Cow Fraternity.
I'm so proud.
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My friend and I dressed up all of our children and ourselves and went to Chickfila for breakfast! We did it last year too. Quite funny and fun!
Hilarious. My son's daycare made cow suits to wear to Chick-Fil-A today. Sounds like fun. Can't wait to hear about his trip.
How awesome is that. It is amazing all the things you can do without spending money. I wished more people became spend thrifty on their own choice and not because we have to. Thanks for putting a smile on my face and showing everyone how much fun you can have each day if you choose too..
Have a great day!!
Hugs from Iowa,
Marjie
That was an udderly mooooooving post, Becky. If you go to my Facebook, one of my friends posted pics of her three girls dressed up as cows to go to CFA. Woo hooo! (or maybe, Mooo hooo??). Anyway, Nathan makes a perfectly beefy and handsome bovine; he's certainly a chip off of the old.. "chip". Heh. Sorry. Enough. Moooove along, nothing to see here....
You guys are a riot! You gave me a great laugh on an otherwise bland day!!
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I love cows ~ I used to collect them until one Christmas that's ALL I received - cow socks, cow shirts, wooden cows, cow earrings - yikes. But the day someone said, "Every time I see a cow, I think of you" I stopped collecting. I mean, seriously? Can you blame me?
L in AK
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