Dog Cow Clark Whatever

Arya threw a huge fit at lunch today. I told her she could stop or go to her room and continue. She chose to go up to her room. A few minutes later I went to check on her because it was so quiet. She was laying on the stairs. I took her picture and she laughed...then she started throwing her fit again because she realized she had an audience again.

Meet "cow". If you read the blog, you've actually met cow before, but at that time, cow was called dog. The girls have been calling this thing cow for a couple weeks now. Every time I called it cow though they acted like I was an idiot. "Dat not cow momma". Today, I finally figured out that they haven't been calling this thing cow, they've been calling it Clark. There is a dog across the street named Clark, so why wouldn't they name this dog Clark. I do think I'm a little bit of an idiot that it took me this long to figure out cow is really Clark. In my defense, the two sound very similar when they say them.