A couple of days ago, Matt was throwing a big fit after waking up from a late nap (he doesn't take naps anymore for that very reason). Mommy was gone, so Daddy called Uncle Sam to see if Mojo could come over for a "sleepover". Matthew perked right up, and waited by the door. As soon as he came (after all the excitement wore off), Matt made a bed in his room, locked Mojo in with him, and there they slept all night. Poor Mojo. But Matt was happy about it.
My kids have re-discovered their cowboy hats, chaps, boots, and ropes. I have been giving them roping lessons, and my banister is about to fall down from being roped (Joey keep saying "whipped"). I need a steer head and a bale of straw, pronto.
