Reid chose to wear her Dora the Explorer socks this morning, specifically the ones with Dora wearing a cowboy hat on them. After that first, important choice, she could only choose a shirt and pants that were suitable to a cowboy. Unfortunately, Reid’s assessment of what a cowboy might wear doesn’t match with Ken’s. He proposed a blouse with a flower print, which seemed more cowboy-like than the purple and pink long-sleeved t-shirts that otherwise dominate her shirt drawer, but Reid didn’t think it suitable for a cowboy. She did agree to a striped blouse and so we were able to go downstairs. When I asked what she wanted for breakfast, Reid asked what cowboys ate. It was at this point that I noticed the socks. I’d had no idea where the cowboy shirt request came from since I was getting ready for work in a separate room. We decided that cowboys eat raisin oatmeal and breakfast proceeded as usual. By the time Ken and Reid left, I had that 80s song in my head, [1] I Wanna be a Cowboy, or really just the refrain:

I wanna be a cowboy
And you can be my cowgirl
I wanna be a cowboy
And you can be my cowgirl
I wanna be a cowboy

It stuck with me throughout the day. Thanks, Reid. I guess if the [2] fire fighter and police officer plans fall through, Reid can always be a cowboy.