Hey, cow!

Within seconds of seeing Little Man, I knew something was different. “You’re going through the change,” I told him. “Yep. I’m not so little man anymore,” he replied.

 

This was very true. In addition to getting taller, Not So Little Man had also become more mature.  I had purchased him a caraoke microphone and, although he appreciated it, he really didn’t want to try it out in public. Miss Information and I, however, had no problem doing so. “Can I get a side of rice?” Miss Information sang to the waiter – who, not surprisingly, loved the microphone.

 

After connecting with Not So Little Man, Miss Information and I were, again, on the road. “We should play ‘hey, cow,’ Miss Information suggested. “OK,” I replied, “How do you play?” “You just yell ‘hey, cow’ out the window and count how many cows turn your way,” she instructed me. And so I did. I yelled ‘hey, cow’ a lot – as if my life depended on it. “How many turned?” she asked. “At least 28,” I replied. “I don’t believe you,” she told me.

 

Shortly after connecting with the cows we passed an interesting scene in the desert. “Did you see that?” Miss Information asked me. “Yes, let’s go back,” I replied.

 

We went back to find a bunch of funky metal devices in the middle of nowhere with a sign that read, “UFO Landing Site.” “This totally reminds me of Paul,” I told Miss Information. She wasn’t familiar with the reference (of a movie masterpiece starring Kristen Wiig). “Do you think this is for real?” she asked. “For really cool,” I replied while trying to take a picture of myself next to the satellite/merry-go-round.

 

We continued on our trip, eventually making our way through Beaver again. Yes, that is what he said. I decided to ask about the flags in the parking lot – American, Canadian and State. “Is the owner Canadian,” I asked. “No, she’s not Canadian, she’s Beaverian,” the cashier replied and added, “We like everyone – that’s why we fly that flag.””Beaverian,” I giggled and added, “That’s nice, eh.”

 

Then I grabbed my I ♥ Beaver souvenirs and headed back to the car for more games of ‘hey, now.’

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