In which The Four-Year-Old discovers the pure unadulterated joy that is…
The boots, temporarily at rest after weeks of near constant jumping.
… a new-to-you pair of white leather cowboy boots.
The Four-Year-Old, jumping up and down in the vintage store during the test run before purchase: “These boots have got some hop in them.”
Hopping over to a mirror, and pausing (briefly) to admire her reflection, The Four-Year-Old again: “Maybe I could go herding a cow in them. Or a bull.”
Turning to me, with great excitement, The Four-Year-Old: “Mommyo! Maybe I could even get a job in Texas!”
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2 Responses to “In which The Four-Year-Old discovers the pure unadulterated joy that is…”
‘scuze me, ma’am? mah name’s betty sue ann leona may smith. i’m from texas and i’m ‘a lookin’ to find me a four-year-old who can hop and herd a bull. she’d need t’have her own whaht cahboah boots too. would you happ’n t’know of any such child? we’d shore be willin’ to pay top dollar.
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Thank you for your interest, Betty Sue Eleanor Jehosaphat, ma’am. I will certainly pass along your inquiry to The Four-Year-Old once she completes her latest interplanetary mission. I believe she is still counting the rings of Kitty Saturn.
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