my cowboy

Well remember that cowboy hat. I'm convinced it has magical powers and takes over whoever puts it on there head. At least that is what happens to my Brendon when he puts it on......it all started with a simple trip to town...Brendon wanted to wear his cowboy hat...I thought sure no problem boy was I mistaken....We get to the post office. Brendon gets out he is supposed to hold my hand in parking lots he knows the drill so I go for his hand and he informs that he can't hold his mom's hand he is a cowboy! So I let him walk in correction when Brendon is a cowboy this now means he doesn't walk he gallops because he is riding his horse well if your riding your horse you have to rope something and yell (Brendon's version) WEE HAAA WEEE HAAAA!!! I'm a Towboy!!! So here we are a sight to see walking into the post office met by a lady opening the door laughing saying oh how cute....At this point it was still pretty cute....He never slows down and gallops all the way to the desk with me trying to keep up with a very heavy big box in my hands. He gallops all the way to the desk pulls him self up to the lady and yells I'm a Towboy!!! She laughs oh how cute and it was still pretty cute I'm thinking he will stay by the desk with me like usual...oh no he then jumps down starts galloping back around through people at this point I'm getting very embarrassed as I chase my little cowboy around this desk and he is loving it going even faster of course yelling WEEE HAA WEE HAA at the top of his lungs while I ignore the looks of the poor people in the post office but just wait it gets better!!! I know you were thinking it was pretty good already.. So I get him wrangled in trying to hold on to him while he's wiggling with all his might saying "Mom Mom put me down I'm a Towboy put me down" Come to find out I have to go to the UPS store for my big huge heavy box...So now I am in a predicament I can't put this kid down he will go run out in the street or something and I Have to carry this box...Thank God for my good child Hayden LOL I don't think I could've done 2 meltdowns at the same time...The lady looks at me and my wiggling Brendon and says whoa cowboy you can't ride your horse in the post office...nice try lady he didn't hear a word you said..So here I go I gear up my mom muscles grab this box with one arm squeeze onto the kid with the other and start making my way out the door while all the way Brendon is screaming MOM MOM I'm, a Towboy.,... and he's getting farther and farther down in my grip until by the car I am practically choking him..the only time he stopped screaming was when we passed people coming in the post office and he would yell look I have a Towboy Hat...then continue screaming. OH LORd so here I am the spectacle completely embarrassed half wanting to just laugh the rest wanting to put this child in his bed never to return spank him and take away his birthday Christmas and Thanksgiving...but instead I turned around and said as calmly and seriously as I could "Cowboy Brendon If you ever act like that again anywhere you will never ever ever wear that cowboy hat again. " Needless to say he was very good at the rest of the stores though he did still have to gallop and yell wee haa wee haaa I'm a towboy and inform everyone around him he has a cowboy hat he did hold my hand and listen..Kids can be so embarrassing but at least at the end of the day I have something to laugh about for a long long long time!!! FYI We will be using the drive through drop box for a while at the post office.