Playing Cowboys and Latinos

It's no secret that Micah loves Woody. The boy only has half a dozen of the stuffed cowboy dolls and yet every time he finds one laying around he gets a look of sheer delight on his face, much like mine would look if I found a chocolate bar and a cup of Starbucks just sitting there on the end table.

Woody gets himself into all sorts of predicaments. There are days when I threaten to hide he and his cronies for a while. One of his most fun tricks is to jump as high as he can (with the assistance of The Boy) and see if he can land himself on the blade of the fan. It's almost like reverse bungee jumping. Almost. Shockingly, he's surprisingly good at this sport. If it ever makes the Olympics, he's a definite shoe-in. (Or would that be boot-in?)

We've found Woody lodged on the fan numerous times, as well as in the plants and balanced on the curtain rod. Clearly, the cowboy has skills. (Although we haven't found him on the fan blades since Micah realized that the little knob on the wall makes the blades go 'round. It's even more fun watching Woody fly across the room and risk lodging on something else than it was tossing him up there to begin with.)

But today I was mad at the cowboy for all new reasons. As he was taking a flying leap across the room he spotted a Latino girl. Like most men when they see a woman that catches their eye, he headed in her direction rather quickly. He made quite an impression.

Sadly, the woman he spotted was imprinted on the side of a yogurt cup. Dora decided that she's not so much into cowboys and made a hasty exit. The result was a splatter of yogurt running down my walls and liberally spotting up my curtain. I'll be the first to admit that my walls could use a good scrubbing, but a yogurt bath won't be improving the paint's complexion.

Dora is banned from the living room, and Woody has been grounded.