

. . . and told me that it was a VACUUM CLEANER!!
No, sweetie, that's a cowboy boot.
No, it's not, Mommy. Look, here's its wheel.
I think that's a spur.
In his defense, the little boy does LOVE vacuum cleaners. But I am the same mom who threatened to drag a Ziploc of red dirt to the hospital with me if I was forced to relocate outside the Lone Star state before he was born. Being a Texan is important. Is there any other state bold enough to slap the image of their borders on everything from socks to dinnerware? Behold . . .





Amazing isn't it. Tell me where you can get pasta in the shape of Wyoming or one of the other squares.
So I guess in the interest of education, there is a little trip to the rodeo in our future. Or maybe I will just let him watch 8 Seconds. All of the fun . . . none of the horse poop.

Coincidentally, our other Toy Story issue is that Jackson refers to the main characters as "Wooty" and "Bud Light". I think we will just have to let that one slide for a while.
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