A Testosterone Junkie

You all know how much The Bandit wants to be a cowboy.  I’ve told you of his love for horses, and I believe I even told you how much he enjoyed the rodeo when his father took him this year.  He decided at that point that he wanted to be a bull rider more than anything else he could even imagine.  His father and I hear about this desperate desire all the time.

Well, that and his all consuming wish for a puppy for his birthday.

Not likely.

Anyway, my family watched a rodeo on television the other night.  This whipped The Bandit into a cowboy frenzy.  He spent the entire evening wearing his cowboy pajamas (he has at least three pair), his black boots and his hat.  He put a sock over his left hand mimicking the glove the bull riders wear.  He hauled out a giant stuffed Eeyore and wrapped a lasso around its head and “rode” it around the living room. 

He waves his hat in a very dashing manner after he goes his eight seconds.

Today, daddy took Sassy and The Bandit to the air show at our Air Force base.  They toured the planes and talked to the pilots and had a very good time.

Bandit has reformed his career path.  He now plans to be a “bull riding cowboy that flies jets in the air”.

I can’t possibly figure out why a nice safe accountant’s job is so unappealing to him.