We have always been a family that enjoys hand-me-downs. One year Stevie was passed a pair of well worn red cowboy boots from his cousin. Stevie loved these boots. His most common attire that summer was the boots and a bathing suit. School started up and the boots still fit, so they were allowed to be worn. I’m thinking, hey this is pretty cool. No fighting over getting shoes on him. At this time I was having daily morning battles with Johnny over socks. The line across the toe had to go just so….or off they would come and start again. There were mornings when after 45 minutes I would crack, grab the offending socks…stuff them onto his feet and tie on his shoes. All amidst tears (Johnny’s not mine). Second week of school rolls by. I’m enjoying a cup of coffee when the phone rings. To my surprise it was the school asking for me to come down immediately for a conference. UH OH. I cannot imagine what is wrong. Fret all the way to the school. Sit nervously in the hall waiting to speak to the teacher AND the principal. Soon the teacher comes walking down the hall with Stevie beside her. He is shuffling his feet, head hung down, and his jeans are wet from the knees down. I could tell he had been crying and he wouldn’t make eye contact with me. I follow them into the conference room.

To make a long story short…

That rascal decided he was a Dancing Cowboy. He was caught dancing in the urinal in the boy’s bathroom while singing Achy Breaky Heart!