Monday, November 24, 2014
Tuesday, November 4, 2014
A Real Cowboy
I was babysitting three of my grandchildren. Carter had a "new" black cowboy hat. It looked more like a worn out sombrero to me but it turned him into a real cowboy. He had told his mother, "every cowboy needs cowboy boots." She said, "Well this cowboy doesn't!" Then he said, " This cowboy needs a gun." And she said, "That's one thing your not getting" and he said," Isaiah has one"..And she replied with a mothers favorite comeback... "Well you aren't Isaiah!" So on that note he showed up at grandma's house bringing his cowboy hat and his four year old logic with him. Everybody knows how a four year olds logic works with grandmas.
It was a cool crisp morning and the house was a little chilly. He came through the door talking about his cowboy hat and where he got it, and now he is a cowboy! His mother came in a few minutes later and said, "Carter get your shoes and socks back on, cowboys do not go barefoot!" Carter looked at me and said, "Well, Grandma don't have shoes and socks on." Deb and I said simultaneously, "Well grandma's not a cowboy!" Then he asked, "Grandma do you have a rope?" Again his mother said," No! grandma doesn't have a rope!" I looked at Deb with hounddog eyes and she said, "Mom you will ruin my life if you give that boy a rope!" Carter looked at me with pleading eyes and said," Grandma, I really need a rope, all I have is a horse and a hat, 'sides every cowboy has a rope!" I looked back at his mother, cause I did have a rope, it was just waiting for a little cowboy. I had actually swiped it from this same little boy a year or so ago before he knew that hats and boots and ropes make a cowboy. I went to the closet and pulled down my rope. His eyes got big and his smile went to meet them. While his mother groaned in agony, I handed him the rope and said, " Now remember, this is grandma's rope and you can't borrow it, you have to leave it here so you can play with it the next time you come." "Okay," he said, "Oh thanks grandma, this is just what I needed." After his aunt worked her magic on it and made it into a lariat, he was busy roping chairs and doorknobs, when he started swinging the rope above his head I ushered him outside, "cause that is where cowboys use their ropes most." It wasn't long he was back in and said, "Grandma I'm not going to borrow this rope, I'm just going to take it home with me." Then there was an ear piercing scream coming from the little girl at my feet, who had been pushing her dolly in the doll walker. I turned around to see the little cowboy galloping through the kitchen door on an imaginary horse, giggling like a school girl, and at the end of his rope was Jaymee's dolly. I rescued the doll and confiscated the rope. I knew then the rope had to stay at my house, Carter nor I, would ever see it again, besides, I really didn't want to ruin his mother's life. My little cowboy took his cowboy hat and went home, but I still have the rope and I will keep it as a reminder of the day a "real cowboy" came to visit.
9/18/2011
It was a cool crisp morning and the house was a little chilly. He came through the door talking about his cowboy hat and where he got it, and now he is a cowboy! His mother came in a few minutes later and said, "Carter get your shoes and socks back on, cowboys do not go barefoot!" Carter looked at me and said, "Well, Grandma don't have shoes and socks on." Deb and I said simultaneously, "Well grandma's not a cowboy!" Then he asked, "Grandma do you have a rope?" Again his mother said," No! grandma doesn't have a rope!" I looked at Deb with hounddog eyes and she said, "Mom you will ruin my life if you give that boy a rope!" Carter looked at me with pleading eyes and said," Grandma, I really need a rope, all I have is a horse and a hat, 'sides every cowboy has a rope!" I looked back at his mother, cause I did have a rope, it was just waiting for a little cowboy. I had actually swiped it from this same little boy a year or so ago before he knew that hats and boots and ropes make a cowboy. I went to the closet and pulled down my rope. His eyes got big and his smile went to meet them. While his mother groaned in agony, I handed him the rope and said, " Now remember, this is grandma's rope and you can't borrow it, you have to leave it here so you can play with it the next time you come." "Okay," he said, "Oh thanks grandma, this is just what I needed." After his aunt worked her magic on it and made it into a lariat, he was busy roping chairs and doorknobs, when he started swinging the rope above his head I ushered him outside, "cause that is where cowboys use their ropes most." It wasn't long he was back in and said, "Grandma I'm not going to borrow this rope, I'm just going to take it home with me." Then there was an ear piercing scream coming from the little girl at my feet, who had been pushing her dolly in the doll walker. I turned around to see the little cowboy galloping through the kitchen door on an imaginary horse, giggling like a school girl, and at the end of his rope was Jaymee's dolly. I rescued the doll and confiscated the rope. I knew then the rope had to stay at my house, Carter nor I, would ever see it again, besides, I really didn't want to ruin his mother's life. My little cowboy took his cowboy hat and went home, but I still have the rope and I will keep it as a reminder of the day a "real cowboy" came to visit.
9/18/2011
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