I rewarded our lawn specialist with a brown cow. We have girl-sized parfait glasses at the Cookie house--they don't hold ice cream and root beer proportional to such a guy job as getting a lawn mower ready for the season and teaching Julie how to drive it. So, I offered Logan his treat in the biggest, prettiest vessel I could find. He insisted on holding it so you can't see the pretty flower painted on the side of the vase.
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