A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words

Omaha has a huge rodeo every fall.  Our little foursome went this past weekend to see all the sights and to get a little involved as well.  This year, we entered both boys into the Stickhorse Rodeo Contest and entered Roanin in the Muttin' Bustin' (you couldn't have forgotten what that is so quickly, right?).  A great time was had by all and we went on about our lives. 

 

Monday, I found these four pictures on Roanin's desk, of which he had drawn sometime over the weekend, after the rodeo.  I approached him and asked him what each one was...

"Me roping a cow."

"This is me riding my sheep during the rodeo.  And that is all the people in the stands watching and cheering."

"This is my dad riding a wild horse in the rodeo.  And that is dirt behind him, not poop, Mom."

"This is all the kids lining up to do the sheep riding and those are all the sheep in the pen before we get on."

 

I am completely torn between the sweet bliss of a proud mommy and being scared shitless he is going to get too obsessed with this rodeo thing.  Lord help me.