I was trying to entertain Joe this afternoon so that he would stop trying to “go home” by looking through a book about rodeos. Joe loves anything that has to do with rodeos.
As we flipped through the pages we notice that there were several old, black and white photos of Native Americans wearing fancy head-dresses, and there were several photos of some famous cowgirls as well.
I was trying to make conversation with Joe as we looked through the pictures, and the conversation went something like this:
Me: “Wow, look at those beautiful horses, Joe!”
Joe: “Why are there Indians sitting on them?”
Me: “Well, I’m not sure. It looks like they were part of the rodeo show at one point.”
Me: “I’m pretty sure that if they’re wearing those fancy head dresses then they must be chiefs, don’t you think?”
Joe laughed: “How would I know? I haven’t been hanging out with any Indians lately.”
Me: “Well, actually, technically I am a Native American. My mom is a registered tribe member, and you’ve been hanging out with me…”
Joe looked shocked: “Is that right?! Well you don’t look like no Indian to me.”
I laughed: “Funny how that works huh? I got more of my dad’s coloring I guess.”
Joe: “Well what I want to know is, if you’re an Indian, then what the hell are you doing asking ME about Indians? You’re the expert!”
Okay, moving on. I smiled at him and turned the page.
Me: “Oh look, Joe! Looks like they’re barrel racing in this one.”
Joe: “There’s a girl on that horse.”
Me: “Yep, it’s a cowgirl.”
Joe: “Rodeos are no place for a woman.”
Me: “Why is that?”
Joe: “Because they could fall off and get hurt.”
Me: “Yeah, but couldn’t a man fall off and get hurt too?”
Joe laughed: “Well yeah, but men have harder heads. Plus, no one cares if a man gets any uglier.”
I laughed: “That’s a good point.”
Joe looked at me with his sweet doe eyes: “Can I go home now?”