Come on, Moo!

In case any of my blog readers ever see me out with Lauren, I thought I'd explain the phrase I mutter quite often -- "Come Along, Moo!"

I'm not sure where it all started. I have a friend who often refers to her daughter as "Maggie Moo." Maybe I read too many of her status updates on Facebook. In any case, one day instead of calling Lauren "ladybug," I called her Missy Moo. I've probably called her Missy Poo on occasion, but Missy Moo seemed to fit better that day. (In hindsight, it's a good thing that I didn't settle on Missy-Poo.)

Anyway, when I'm out with Lauren, she finds so many interesting things to look at that she's often trailing three or four or fifty-seven steps behind me. Sometimes I say, "Come Along, Daisy" because of a favorite children's book that we've read several dozen times. More often than not, I say, "Come along Missy Moo." Eventually, after repeating that for the three hundred and fourth time, it gets shortened to, "Come along Moo."

So, no, I don't think my daughter's a cow. I just get lazy and start shortening my phrases, especially if I'm trying to get somewhere before the end of time.