Although free food is definitely up my momma's ally, dressing up is not. So when Chick-Fil-A Day came around, she had no intention at all of us participating even though we all could eat free. But Miss Helen was our saving grace, and she tipped Momma over the edge just an hour and a half before lunch time. So out came the construction paper and safety pins. Tyson's shirt says "I love cows", mine says "Cows Rock", and note that Momma has cow ears taped to a headband on her own head. Now that you know that my mother doesn't like dressing up, it will make sense that Tyson and I don't like it either, and it took a good bit of convincing to get us to wear these clothes with spots pinned onto them. But we do love "Chick-Fa-LEG" as Tyson calls it, so it was worth it.
Let the feeding frenzy begin.
One of the disadvantages of being a little guy is that you get taken advantage of. Momma stapled a tail to the tag in Tyson's pants. In all fairness she wasn't sure how well dressed we had to be so she gave herself a tail too. But she knew the spots were already pushing me to the brink, so no tail for me.
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