The Monster Wore A Cow Costume.
No, seriously. The mascot of Cowtown Jamborama is, well, a cow. The Jitterbugs have a cow costume and a few people take turns wearing it during dances. (or one person wears it, I guess I’m not sure.)
The sight of a giant walking, dancing cow is a little terrifying when you’re two. Terrifying and yet…somehow alluring, exciting. Wally has a love/hate relationship with this cow. He doesn’t want it near him. He will practically try to crawl THROUGH us to get away if it gets too close (like, 5 feet), saying “no, NO! No cow!!” But then when the cow moves away, he will say mournfully “cow?? Cow??” And he must keep his eyes on the cow at all times. I can only assume that this is so that he is certain of the cow’s location, to make sure it doesn’t get too close.
Today, however, he touched the cow (on purpose). While holding me with legs and his other arm as tight as he could. But still he did it (with encouragement, but not force, from me). And then the cow was a little less scary. Still too scary to allow it to come near him without a parent to hold on to, but not so scary so as to induce tears or crawling-through-you-to-get-away antics.