This is a tale of theft, greed, heartbreak, elation then heartbreak again! Sigh
My girls are outdoors girls, they could spend all day every day, come rain or shine outside. So I try to get them out even for just a short time every day.
Today it was cold, but dry and bright. So I got them wrapped up in warm clothes and we headed outside. After exploring the garden and charging through the leaves, we ventured out onto the lane for a nature walk.
Our closest neighbour is a dairy farmer and he sometimes grazes his cattle in our field. At the moment he has some of this summer calves in there, so they are perhaps 5 months old. They of course come running when they see us and peer curiously at us through the fence.
Our oldest girl has to climb up the 5 bar gate to get a better look and babble at them as though they are human and totally understand her. After 20 minutes or so of cow chatter, I managed to get her dragged away, so we could go a bit further. About halfway down the lane, she suddenly started howling “oh noooo mummy, I’ve lost my mitten” I tried to reassure her that we would find the mitten, but no, nothing I said made any difference. She just got louder and louder, sobbing “I need my mitten” “They’re my favourite mittens”, “They’re my special mittens”. This is the girl with about 5 pairs of mittens, but these ones apparently have become the favourites!
So we turned around and retraced our steps, watching closely for our very favourite in the whole wide world pink mitten. We got right back to where we started and no mitten. That’s when it struck me, she’d been hanging over the gate talking to the cows, had she dropped it into the field. I had visions of finding a trampled mitten lying forlornly at the field gate. Alas, no, there standing by the gate was a little cow munching away on something pink!
Oh yes the cow was eating the mitten. It of course decided it didn’t like it and spat it back out. One mucky, saliva and grass coated, once pink mitten. Follow that with “oh no mummy, the wee baby cow is eating my mitten”, “no, cow, no cow, my mitten is ruined!” I told her we’d wash the mitten and it would be fine (wishful thinking). She insisted we had to take the mitten straight home and wash it. So I had to pick up the disgusting, soaking, cow slabber mitten and carry it inside, still trying to pacify a heartbroken toddler!
Both mittens went into the wash and came out clean, but I did notice cow mitten wasn’t quite as thick as it had been. It’s a knitted mitten, but the inside is fleece lined, so it is quite thick and chunky. I chucked them into the drier and hoped that this would fluff the whole thing up and back to its original state. Unfortunately, it was not to be, the mitten is still oddly thin. We have now one thick and one thin mitten. I don’t know why this is, perhaps something in the cows saliva has damaged the fleece. So that’s it, I now have a toddler who went from heartbreak, to joy at the thought it would be ok, back to heartbreak because “mummy, it’s just not the same” All over a mitten eating cow! Sod’s law would also dictate that the same mittens are now sold out, so I can’t even sneakily replace them.
Oh the trauma of being a toddler with a dodgy mitten