Gabby came stomping into the room obviously quite irritated. She is the child I worry will be on high blood pressure medicine at the same time as me. I asked her what was the matter and she unloaded. "It's Brian! He's a just a complete liar and annoying me!" I took a deep breathe and wondered what fight I'd now be expected to judge and bring equality to all those involved. "What did he lie about?" She tells me, "He's upstairs trying to tell us he's a Rootin Tootin cowboy and he can't even say his alphabet perfectly!"
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3 comments:
Ha Ha! Cowpolks don't need them pesky letters out on the range! They just need a good ole pot of beans to keep 'em rootin' and tootin'. :D
I have to side with Brian on this one. That boy IS a Rootin' Tootin' cowboy if I've ever seen one!!
Ha! The post is funny, and the comments are just as hilarious! Shan!!
I agree with that Smiley gal. :-)
And poor Gabby... Isabelle would sympathize, even though we have mainly super heroes here in this house.
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