Stancky Cow

The other night La's school hosted a Fine Arts Night, which was essentially an open house where parents could walk around and look at artwork that the students created. La has been talking for weeks about her "Crazy Cow" that she worked on for three whole art periods. She enthusiastically explained to us that her art teacher had praised her Crazy Cow in front of her whole entire class.

Naturally, we were very excited to see her work. And we weren't disappointed.



Yes, indeed. That is one crazy cow. Complete with udders and knee caps.

But, as we meandered through the hallways and down the first grade corridor, we discovered La's true pièce de résistance.



Translation:

My stankcy
cow does not
take baths
and birds
poop on he.
Why is she so
stancky!

Poor, poor, long-legged, gender-changing, stancky cow. I can't wait to bring you home and hang you on my fridge.