I went into my sister's basement to discover my child dressed like this:


After staring at her with my head cocked to the side in a befuddled look I said,
"Riley....what are you wearin?"
"I'm a cowboy mom!"
"uh...REALLY?! lookin good ol' chap"
"Mom, I've decided when I grow up I'm going to be a real live cowgirl."
There you have it folks. A Cowgirl it is. She has talked about it nonstop since that weekend. She currently is in the works for saving for some boots and a hat.
I like her. I like her lots and lots.