This kid is going to be cool when he grows up.

This story starts in a weird place. I wish I had pictures. Yesterday, Gabe and I are walking to the bus stop on the way to preschool, when we notice one lonely cowboy boot lying in the snow, curled up against the curb as if taking refuge from the cold and wet and traffic. We were both confused. How could someone leave just one cowboy boot in the street? I wondered aloud, “Is there a cowboy walking around with just one boot and one sock?”

And Gabe corrected me immediately, “It could be a cowgirl, Daddy. Could be a cowboy *or* a cowgirl.”

Bravo, Gabe. Bravo. My work here is done.