Several years ago, I started calling Joey “cowboy”.  Just for fun.  Basically because I like cows, and Joey’s a boy.  Whatever.  A couple years ago, I started shortening “cowboy” to just straight up “cow”; it’s easier to say and since I really like cows, I thought it was a compliment.

Well.

At first, Joey was major annoyed.  He was all, why would you call me cow because those are large, fat, smelly animals that we eat.

And I was like, seriously?  Cows are amazing and you need to snap out of it.

I think poor Joey knew he was going to lose this one, too.  Because I continued to call him “cow”.  I couldn’t help it, I just forgot.

Fortunately for me, though, all these years later he doesn’t even notice anymore.  I could yell “COW!” across NorthPark on a busy Saturday, and he’d whip his head around to see where I am.  It’s amazing.