Monday, May 4, 2009
little kid thinks our lawn is maintained by a fleet of cowboys.
I've tried to tell him that they're really Mexicans in straw hats, but he will hear none of it. "Dat cowboys, mumum! Look at his hat!" he shouts as he runs window to window to watch them, beaming with admiration.
The other day we were at the community center unsuccessfully trying to get a beach parking permit, when he squealed, "It's a cowboy choppin' down a tree! You get it, dude! Yeah!" at the sight of another landscaper in a straw hat, pruning a palm tree.
To him, they're not just cutting the grass, they are tractor-riding, chainsaw-wielding heroes who deserve our applause and encouragement.