Cowboys and ....

Natalie found a shoelace the other day, and has been tormenting us with it. We couldn't figure out where she found it, then once Jon finally took it away this afternoon, we figured it out. She told us she was going upstairs to get something. Came back down with an impish little grin, looked at me and patted her pocket. I asked her what she had, and she pulled out another shoelace. Then Jon remembered that he had a package in the valet on his dresser. Went upstairs, and sure enough, her stepstool was in front of the dresser - a dead giveaway! This is one of the incidents that prompted the shoelace ban.

Natalie kept tossing the shoelace around Jon this morning.

Jon: "Natalie, stop whipping that around."
Natalie: "I have to. I'm a cowboy."
Jon: "I said stop."
Natalie: "I'm the cowboy and you are the... the.... the.... SUCKER."
Me - "You mean steer."
Natalie - "What's that?"
Me - "Cowboys rope steer. "
Natalie tries to lasso Jon again.
Jon - "Give me that."
Natalie - "But I'm the cowboy and you're the sucker."
Me - "STEER. He's the STEER."
Jon - "Well, I'm the sheriff and I'm going to arrest you."

*sigh*