Daddy’s Boo Boo
This story takes place on our ranch in Wyoming.
We were cutting up a beef on a nice brisk December day. My son Paysen, who is four, came in with a concerned look on his face.
“Mom, I need some Band-Aids, Dad cutted his fender!” I said, “Okay, let’s go see what we can find.”
I went and got the first-aid kit, and some waterproof Band-Aids. I said, “You can go put a Band-Aid on Dad’s boo boo, and make it feel all better.”
Paysen gave me a stern look, put his hand on his hip, and said, “He cutted his FENDER, Not his BOO BOO!”
How dare I say that!?
Did I mention he is our red headed little four-year-old? That we should have named ROOSTER!
Because sometimes, he’s like a Banty Rooster, but he’s just sticking up for Dad’s dignity!
Until next time … back at the ranch!