Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Quintessential American Experience

When our plane from Ethiopia touched down on American soil this past December 24th, our youngest child became an American citizen.  We turned in some paperwork from the American embassy in Ethiopia to immigration while at the airport in the U.S. and got the official papers to prove her citizenship a few weeks later in the mail.

But, this past weekend, brought a quintessential American experience that was previously lacking from Little Girl's American life.

She met the Chick-Fil-A cow! 

I wish I could put into words her love for the cow and her joy at meeting him, hugging him, high-fiving him, dancing with him, but it's just not possible.

I really wish I could juxtapose my current 3 year old daughter's over-the-top happy reaction to the Chick-Fil-A cow to my other daughter's fear-clinging to me for dear life-crying-wouldn't go anywhere near the cow reaction when she was 3 years old.  Total opposites!  In fact, my first daughter had such an extreme phobia of that Chick-Fil-A cow (and any life-size characters) that even though she's no longer afraid of them, hasn't been in a couple years,  I still find myself with cow radar, like I am aware of the Chick-Fil-A cow's impending presence from 100 yards away (and you really just wouldn't believe all the places that cow turns up) and I brace myself for the trauma that will ensue or I switch to flight mode and try to escape with my children.

Guess it's time to get over the cow-avoidance.


1 comment:

  1. That's funny that she was so scared of the cow when she was 3, but is SO excited by the cow now! :) Love the picture! :)

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