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I want to be a cowboy

My little Jakob is dead set on being a cowboy. I think I hear it about 20 times a day. The other morning he woke up, looked at me and said "I want to be a cowboy."

my reply: "And I could be your cowgirl."(you know, that 80's song...by Boys don't cry)
Jakob: "No mommy, Kadence would be a cowgirl."

hmmm.

This morning I asked if he wanted blueberries in his cereal.

His reply: "I want to be a cowboy."
my reply: "And I could be your cowgirl."

He wasn't in the mood for that game, we will leave it at that.

As he left for school I told him I loved him and to have a good day.
His reply: "I want to be a cowboy."

I went upstairs and ordered him a cowboy hat, and cowboy boots from the ol' internet.

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