Conversation with Cowboy

Cowboy came into the kitchen with a back pack on his back...

Cowboy: Do you know what I'm doing aftuh lunch?

Me: No. What?

Cowboy: Wunning away.

Me: Really? Where are you running away to?

Cowboy: Noah's house. (Noah lives across the street)

Me: What about Noah's house is better than our house?

Cowboy: Thew's too many juhks in this family.

Me: Too many jerks? What if Noah has even more jerks in his family?

Cowboy: Hmmm.

Me: Well, guess what? You aren't allowed to run away. Sorry pal.

Cowboy: Hmmm.

Me: What kind of stuff did you put in your back pack to run away?

So he starts to empty his back pack.

1. His stuffed koala. He sleeps with it every night.
2. His stuffed dog. He also sleeps with it every night.
3. A vest. Reversible.
4. A spiderman book.
5. A Hot Wheels book.
6. A harmonica.
7. A pair of scissors. Child size.
8. A combination lock. One that he doesn't know the combination for.

As each item came out of the back pack I found it increasingly more difficult to hold in my laughter. I would have loved to hear the thought process he went through when choosing each item.