My cutie pie little nephew loves to come over and ride Star. He likes Star so much, in fact, that he has his own horse named Star at his house. He keeps her in their corncrib and he feeds her hay every day. “But her hay is really just boards,” he explained to me. “And we’ve left the house some mornings in tears, because there wasn’t time to feed Star,” my sister-in-law explained to me. His Star is just part of an entire stableful of imaginary farm animals
One day when he was here this summer, he insisted that he needed Rafe’s cowboy boots in order to ride. It was then I knew what to get him for his birthday this month. His very own cowboy boots. Weekend before last was his birthday party, and I think I chose wisely because it sounds like since then he’s only taken them off to sleep. (And I imagine that’s only because his parents insist!)
So this past weekend I went and got him so he could ride Star in his new cowboy boots.
I picked out boots with longhorn steer cutouts. They just seemed so very 4-year-old.
He and Olivia rode around, and around, and around the yard.
He took one short break to jump on the trampoline, and then it was right back to riding.