|Kyle is ready for Go Texan day, wearing his denim, bandanna and what he calls his "Cowboy Smile."|
Houston is known for the rodeo. It's a big 3 week extravaganza of livestock shows, bull riding, a carnival, and an arena full of people (some of whom are there only to see the big concert that is part of the rodeo competition each night).
The other day Kyle said that we just have to go to the rodeo.
"I'm surrounded by the rodeo," he explained in an overly dramatic exasperated tone. "At church, and at school my friends talk about it at lunch, and even my teacher talks about it, and on the bus -- wait, no -- on the bus is the one place I have a break. But I just have to go."
He's right. Preschools, churches and public schools are doing all sorts of cowboy-themed activities, and today at Kyle's school is Go Texan Day. Kyle was hoping for "one of those rope things" to complete his ensemble, but I don't think a lasso in the hands of a rough 6 1/2 year old boy is a good idea.
Even before that impassioned plea, we were planning to go. Amanda went one year with my parents when we happened to be here visiting, but it's been many years since Terry and I went. He's buying our discounted carnival passes and rodeo tickets today at work.
As cute as Kyle looks, I may have to revoke his Native Texan visa.
We were in the car on the way home from their church activities Wednesday night, and I told them I wanted to start singing when they could join in.
The stars at night
Are big and bright
Clap clap clap clap
(no sign of any recognition)
Deep in the heart of Texas.
Oh boy. Amanda should know better. She was 6 when we left, and she participated in many a Go Texan Day in her time.
Even on the second or third run-through, they were still not with me.
It's a good thing that we didn't stay away from the Homeland much longer.