Don’t Mess with Texas

I need to take a trip to Texas next week, so I told the boys this morning. The very first thing they both said was, “Daddy! There are COWBOYS in Texas! They might think you are a bad guy! They have guns!”

Initially, I thought it was cute, now I think it was bizarre. Why this weird fear of Cowboys? Cowboys are usually good guys. And why would they think I could be mistaken for a bad guy? Ethan clarified after I asked. “They might think you are a bad guy in disguise as a good guy.” Oooohhh, now it is clear. So I told them, there are no more cowboys in Texas. Jared chimed in, “Daddy. There is one cowboy in Texas.”

Who is this one Cowboy from Texas. I can’t imagine they mean President Bush. He is from Connecticut! Preppie Ivy Leaguer from Yale! So who could this Cowboy from Texas be? Should I be afraid? How can I assure him that I am not a bad guy in disguise? And more importantly, will Katie implode having the kids for a week straight alone?

One thing is for certain: Don’t mess with Texas.