Which makes me terribly sad to say… I may never be able to go back again. It all started when we visited Chick-fil-A on Cow Appreciation Day. Dress up like a cow, get a free meal. We don’t happen to have cow attire, but I thought Graham would get a kick out of it. So, we ordered our meals and sat down to eat. This is when things took a turn for the worse. The cow mascot was wandering between tables greeting customers and my child didn’t see it. Until it was directly behind his high chair. Needless to say, it scared the bejeezus out of him. He threw his food across the room, starting shaking, and lunged for me. I pulled him out of his chair and tried to calm him down. Thinking I was helping the situation, we walked up to the cow to say hi. Maybe if we got up close, it wouldn’t be so scary. I was wrong. Terribly wrong.
I think he has suffered something akin to Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Everytime there is a loud noise, he wakes up from his nap, or we go to get in the car, he says in a very concerned voice, “No Cow? No Cow? No Cow?” I’m sure there will be very expensive therapy in his future. I’d like to send Chick-fil-A the bill. Or at least get free waffle fries for life. I’m willing to bargain.
Hi Katie,
I heard about this story from Jay. Sad but funny! I hope you’ll get to go to Chick-Fil-A again soon. I really miss it up here in NY, and I would be devastated if I couldn’t go. Happy belated birthday to Graham!
Sarah
Graham told me “no cow” twice today!