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The west is wild

Joel is going to be a cowboy for Halloween. He was inspired by a goofy cowboy shirt I found at Goodwill. I bought it because he likes garish Hawaiian shirts, so I thought he’d like wearing a shirt splattered with cowboys and bucking horses.

I was right. It quickly became his favorite shirt. He begs to wear it daily, even to bed. He is going to wear it on Halloween, along with his Levis, second-hand boots, and a hat. He has requested a furry mustache as well. Easiest costume, ever.

He told everyone at the grocery store how he was going to be a cowboy for Halloween. Naturally, he wanted to get in a little practice on the penny horse ride on our way out.

“Hee Haw!” he shouted as the horse began to rock. “I’m going to the Old West!”

“What are you going to do when you get there?” I inquired.

“I’m going in one of those Old West buildings.”

“What do they do in Old West buildings?”

“They play ping pong!”

“Oh! So that’s what they do.”

“And, I’m gonna drink milk, except cowboys call it Moo Juice.”

Moo Juice and ping pong.

Mamas, I highly encourage you to let your babies grow up to be cowboys.

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