We're having Christmas lunch, little J sitting happily nearby and squeaking his new giraffe toy. Our Christmas crackers have trivia questions in them.
W: 'In folklore, what do cows do at midnight on Christmas Eve? a) Kneel, b) Walk backwards, c) Wake up.'
Me: No idea. I'll go for 'wake up'.
W: The answer is 'kneeling'.
Me: Is that as in 'lowing' like in Away in a Manger?
W: I think that refers to 'mooing'.
Me: I'd always wondered...
W: (sings) 'The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes, the little lord Jesus no crying he makes...'
We look down at our little boy, happily enjoying the TV.
W: (to baby) See, a lesson for you.
Me: You want him to be a bit more like Jesus?
W: Er... no. Anyway, I doubt our little J is going to be confronted by lowing cattle just yet.
Me: I think he'd handle it very well.
W: He'd have more of a sense of humour about it than Jesus. He'd be like 'Dude, cows! Mummy did you see the cows?'
Paraphrasing his current coos and gurgles, obviously. But you know what? I think he probably would. I'll report back after the first cow-meeting occasion.
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