On the Subject of Cowboys...

When Son #1 was three, he attended day care.  One day, the facility rented a horse for professional pictures.  All parents were told to dress their child in cowboy clothing for picture day.  Sadly, Son #1 had clothing technical difficulties.  Son #1 does not own any western wear and never has but he DOES own Dallas Cowboy apparel.  So on that fine morning, Son #1 picked out his Tony Romo jersey and proudly marched into his classroom.

During the lesson, the teacher taught the children about cowboys, horses, and their clothing.  She pointed out children that were dressed in their best western apparel and labeled them as cowboys.  Son #1 pointed to his Dallas Cowboy jersey and proclaimed.  "I'm a Cowboy too!" 

Just as the teacher was going to correct him, she looked at his shirt and smiled.  "You ARE a Cowboy!"  She exclaimed.

That's right baby!  Son #1 is the best kind of Cowboy!

When I Grow Up...

Son #1 was watching a cute cartoon about cowboys.  He turned to my husband and said.  "When I grow up, I want to be a cowboy."

To this, my husband replied.  "You were born in Texas so you're already a cowboy.  All you need is a horse."

Son #1 thought this over carefully and then responded.  "When I grow up, I want to be a race car driver."

My husband queried.  "I thought you wanted to be a cowboy."

Son #1 quickly replied.  "I do!  And then when I get done with the horse thing, I want to race cars."

You can't go wrong when you know what you want to do.  Son #1, you be that cowboy/race car driver!