Holy Cow!

We saw this idea online somewhere, so one day earlier this year when Joie and Gabby were fighting, we had them put on one of Tim's old shirts and read something together.

They were laughing so hard I don't think there was much reading going on, but at least we were all entertained (yes, we're that easily entertained), and the fighting went away (mostly).

Really, they're not horrible about fighting.  They mostly argue, which is annoying, but they also talk and share secrets (and sometimes share each other's secrets with the rest of us, which is also fun).  They also hang out together with friends around the neighborhood, and Joie actually only ditched Gabby once...  Oh, and they share a room, which can also lead to fighting, but also to a lot of secret sharing and talking, so it seems to be working out for everyone.

So yesterday they were arguing.  I'm not sure what the argument was, but you know when arguments get to that point of arguing for the sake of arguing?  They were there, and this was the real conversation at that point:

Joie:  Holy cow, Gabby!
Gabby:  Hey, I'm the only one who can say, "holy cow" because I'm from India.
Joie:  I was saying "holy cow" a long time before you even knew there were holy cows in India.
Gabby:  So?  It's my word, and you can't say it.
Joie:  You can't tell me what to say...

And so on.

Yes.  That was a real conversation.  Apparently, "holy cow" is now Gabby's word.  I'm predicting this story will one day be known as:  The private licensing of the phrase, "holy cow."  It may also one day be known by Joie and Gabby as, "Did we really say that?"