Samuel called me last night nearly breathless with excitement, "Guess what, Dad?"
"My dream has at last come true! I can be a cowboy."
"Oh, how did that happen?"
"Grandma bought me a cowboy hat and cowboy boots and a cowboy belt."
"And they're all black. And when I wear mommy's sunglasses I look really cool."
"Oh yes. And we took lots and lots of pictures."
"Well, I think your grandma bought those clothes for me."
"Don't be silly Dad, they're only in my size. But we'll look really hard for something similar."
Sam's grandma decided that Sam should have his cowboy outfit. (Not that there was ever any question of him getting it, because if he didn't get it from Grandma, we'd have gotten him some next time I went to buy a hat.) Sam was beside himself. Mom reports that he wanted to sleep in everything but the boots and he had a hard time getting to sleep last night. When I go up to visit next week, I'll take pictures and hopefully get around to posting them shortly.
Anyway, I figured the Texas mommies would particularly appreciate this budding surfer/cowboy who plays classical music and has been spending the summer learning Italian. Now, that's what I call a Catholic boy!