That's what Daddies are for. Unless chocolate is involved. Then it's every man, woman, and child for themselves!
This was part of a game he received for Christmas. I had to play it with him. And yes, I had to wear the "Hootin" hat too. And crawled, hopped, tip-toed around the house looking for clovers (that Owen had placed) to pick up with my trunk. Fun times.
I'm sure there's a funny blog in that story somewhere, but I'm just not witty (or motivated) enough to come up with it. So the photo will have to suffice.
But did you have to pick up the clovers with your "Hootin" nose? I'm just trying to get an accurate picture of it all in my head, that way I can react with the proper amount of laughter.
Um, yes, I did. I said that already, silly. No hands. We had to pick them up with our Hootin trunk. Sometimes they were on the floor, sometimes on a counter or table, or on the back of the toilet-ew-that one was mine; lucky me.
Oh. Yeah. I guess you did say that. Whoops. And... ewwww, but.... ha-ha-ha hee-hee-hee