Behold the power of the vagina

Big happenings at the McPolack homestead this weekend. Polackpappy and Mcmumsy hosted a party for 50 to celebrate Dr. Moo's Dr. Moo-edness. There was a family softball game, much gossip and good eats. And there was the following delightful exchange:

Me, to Dr. Moo: "Wow, that's a wicked bruise on your arm." (Dr. Moo had nasty brownish-yellowish marks running up and down her left forearm.)

Childhood friend and fellow cow expert: "That's the power of the vagina!"

(In case you can't figure it out, I will expound: Cows don't have to push to have babies. They have Dr. Moos who reach in, waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay in, with a chain to yank the calf out. It's tugtugtugtugtugSPLORP and you've got calf.)