Holy cow! Moo.

On Memorial Day, Aiden and I were heading home from Bloomington when we passed the intersection of 9th St and Walnut St. There had been a building on the Northwest corner for years (my grandmother used to work upstairs) and when I glanced in that direction I saw that the building was gone and a new one was already being built. Aiden had been jabbering up a storm and I muttered "Holy cow!" Aiden proceeded to say "Holy cow! Mooooo!" continuously until just shy of Martinsville (probably close to 20 minutes). I couldn't stop laughing. So cute!