He found his gun.
He found his holster.
He grabbed his cowboy hat.
He woke up Drama with all his whooping and hollering.
There were tears from the one who was disturbed from a deep slumber.
There was weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth as the older cowboy tried to force a hat on the young one's head.
There was much rejoicing when Mom suggested we go eat cheesers and strawberries for lunch.
Before the exit into the dining area, the cowboy busted one last cap in Mom's face, followed by a time out for pointing guns at people.
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They are so cute! Hope Idaho is treating you well :)
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