At the Little Boy's school, They apparently have a little toy shop that the kids are allow to pick one toy from to have if they've accomplished some goal or task. The Little Boy filled up his star card with gold stars so was allowed to go and pick up his prize. He choice was interesting to say the least. He picked a flying cow. Remember the little battery powered airplanes or birds that hung from a string to the ceiling and would fly in circles till the battery wore out, well he has the cow version of that. When I called home around lunch time to see how things were going he told me all about it, and asked that I help him play with it when I got home. Of course he was so excited he forgot it was a cow and called it a flying pig, which somehow seemed very ironic, but I didn't bother explaining it to him. Irony and five years olds don't go together. It's just one of those things. So what I didn't know was he was laying the ground work to have me install the flying cow accessories when I got home. 

Fast forward to the train station, My Beautiful Wife and the Little Boy pick me up, and as I enter the car, The Little Boy has a list of questions for me, to see how long he would have to wait to see if his flying cow could actually fly.

Little Boy: Are you sick or cranky?

Me: Well I’m not cranky but I am having a some trouble breathing.

Little Boy: Oh, so your not cranky, that’s good

Little Boy: Do you have to go poop or pee?

Me: I don’t believe that is any of your concern young man!

So after this little conversation my Beautiful Wife explains that he has been waiting all day and really would like me to assemble it for him. So with my trusty cordless drill (Thanks Brother K, this things works flawlessly) I had it mounted to the ceiling in no time and the Little Boy got to see a cow fly.