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There once was a boy who wanted to be a cowboy. He was past the fireman stage (at least temporarily) and after being assured that being a cowboy was not a sin (? I guess he was thinking cowboy= bandit) he determined to be one.

I think the desire to pursue said occupation comes with being 5 years old, but you could say it's in his genes (not really, his father just likes a good hat).

So after a few months of dreaming, this arrived on his birthday:

Making him a real boy cowboy. And he's worn his chaps for 48 hours straight

A Cowboy Birthday party followed

You could call them the three musketeers, except only two of them are acting like a team

Actually, one of them is very much his own man. We're working on that. A lot.

Happy 5th birthday to my firstborn!