Many family activities take place in our dining room, under the watchful eye of … Mr. Moochacho.
Mr. Moochacho is the lovely neon green backed cow portrait which adorns the southeastern wall of the dining room. Fondly named by my oldest child (who, I swear I take photos of too, even though he seems to miss on the blog posts), Mr. Moochacho was discovered in the clearance bin at Ikea after a loooooong trip with all three of my
wild beasts sweet loves. Just running all over the place, touching everything, yelling, laughing too much and too loudly (BECAUSE THERE’S NO LAUGHING IN IKEA. But really, laughing at mom’s attempts to calm you down = not funny/rage inducing/do you have a death wish). As we approached the checkout line, my jaws were clenched with Swedish fury and thoughts of leaving them in the Ladybug Land to feast off of meatballs and gravy for all of their days were clouding my mind. It was then that I saw this most beautiful cow portrait, forever immortalized in pop art, peering at me through the discount cheese graters and stokvanbeenderholden curtains. I was charmed by his fluorescent aura, and his austere gaze mesmerized me.
I stared at this magnificent piece of art. And laughed. My head off. I don’t know why I found him to be so funny, but much tension was released as we carried his $5 glory through the checkout line and made our merry way home.
I thank Mr. Moochacho for reminding me that humor can be found in even the bleakest of times/shopping trips. My children thank him for quite possibly saving their lives.
Hope you all have a great week!