My duty in this was to take Preston to the thrift store for a cowboy shirt. When I picked him up (on Weds) he informed me that farmers were stupid and he just wanted to go home - no sissy famrer shirt for him!!! I talked to him about the excitement of farming and we discussed cowboys- the word cowboy evoked such a turn of attitude that I got quite a kick out of the boy. With the magical word "cowboy" all sorts of questions sprung. My favorite being: If I'm a cowboy can I be part a STAMPEDE??? Needless to say, with the focus on the cowhand version of farming, and the thrill of being in the middle of a stampede, Preston picked his own cowboy shirt. This was his choice. He also choose the cool black cowboy hat. See what a handsome cow'dude he makes? Yippee Ki Yi Yay!
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