My daughter’s prize: a bandana for being a “volunteer” cowgirl.
When our church had its annual fiesta, we stopped by and wandered over to the live entertainment. It was a cowboy with a long mustache and in full get-up doing rope tricks. At one point he asked for a volunteer and chose a boy. My seven-year-old daughter said to me, “I want to go up there.” I told her maybe he would need more volunteers later. So, when he asked for a cowgirl, a bunch of hands went up and so did my daughter. She hopped off my lap and walked Read the rest of this entry