Ever since Hunter was just a baby, I've been taking him in to eat lunch with Grandpa Neild at least once a month. The guys that Grandpa eats lunch with have kind of taken to spoiling Hunter, especially Mr. Randy who treats him like Hunter was his own grandkid. Of course, Hunter loves the attention. What three year old wouldn't? So they asked if I could bring Hunter in on Thursday for an early birthday lunch. They had a John Deere cake. Mr. Randy gave Hunter a cowboy hat, a couple of bright orange cap guns with a holster, and a few thousand caps. Mr. Mike downloaded the "I want to be a cowboy" song for him too. Hunter was thrilled (and I have been shot many times in the last 24 hours). He walks around the house shooting at everything and singing, "I got my boots.....dusty. I want to be a cowboy, and you can be the cowgirl." (These are the two lines he can remember.) I have already found a couple of websites to order caps from because I think we have already used almost one thousand of them. Hopefully the ammo usage will slow down a little as the newness wears off, or this kid might have to find himself a part time job (ha,ha).
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his laugh is hilarious when he realized it "shot" him!!!
-kel
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