If the Piper Cub had actually bought that cow, I bet Northern Piper would have a pretty big beef.
Piper Cub didn’t even really want the cow. He just wanted the toy that came with it.
two updates.
First, I got it wrong - he wasn’t just waving his hands because others were. Mrs Piper had warned him not to wave his hands, because he’d end up buying a cow. Turns out that was the wrong thing to say - he wants to buy a cow. He understood the process perfectly. He was explaining yesterday that we would keep the cow in mummy and daddy’s bedroom, and in answer to a question from Mrs Piper, mentioned that he would feed it. Mrs. Piper asked him who would clean up after it. He pointed at me and said “Daddy.” in the most matter of fact voice possible.
Second update: I found him on the bed yesterday evening, with all his coins out of his football piggy bank. I asked him what he was doing. He said, “Is this enough coins to buy my cow?” When I told him it was not nearly enough coins, he looked at me and asked, “Do you have any coins I can have?”
This does not bode well, on several fronts.
My thought was along those same lines. Udder madness!
Keep all information about cattle rustling away from him.
Piper Cub should really be looking at culled dairy cows, not show Angus. Much, much cheaper. I expect they’d eat less, too, plus, free fresh milk! Well, assuming that you breed it every year - otherwise it’d dry up, but then Piper Cub can sell the calves to help pay for feed.
This is starting to sound like my childhood. 
Count me among those who though perhaps a small plane had crashed and the owner had to pay some farmer for the cow he had killed.
Or, he could have started with the basics and bought a few semen lots … they went for about $200 per.
It’s weird when you think that a $200 vial of instant gratification can teach a kid delayed gratification…
Actually in my growing up experience of going to art auctions with my antique dealer mother and dad on weekends from the age of about 5 onwards to about 14 anything kids do unless previously arranged with the auction house as minors are not capable of generating nor completing contracts. [in general buyers at auctions register and are also issued a purchase number, I would assume since the last couple of horses I bought at auction in the US required me to register with the auctioneer’s company this may be the same in the wilds of Canada as well.]
Actually my parents did tend to arrange for me to have my own number at auction, I had quite a good eye for art pottery, my specialty at the time was Rookwood. I can probably still read the symbols on them with a quick swot up of them.
Why not?
All you have to do is give him some of your coins, and you’ll be the best daddy ever!
Plus, you’ll have your very own cow in the bedroom.
What could be cooler than that?
I understand not letting your son bid, but what about your daughter? Would you leather bid?
Some relatives and friends run a sale barn I visit a couple of times a year. They think it’s good fun to wave at and acknowledge people that aren’t regulars there when they come in with a “Hello” and when they wave back to point and say “$1800 to 'him/her… do I hear 19… 1900?”
The looks on the visitors’ faces, priceless.
I think Chessic won’t be per-suede-ed.