Rodeo time

Its been a while since I've posted pics of my kid, so here you go.
Since I'm cripple now you know my parents took Brandon to the rodeo. Notice the outfit. Apparently taking Brandon to the rodeo meant they had to go buy him Wranglers, cowboy boots, and the most cowboytastic Wrangler snap up shirt you ever did saw!

Papa and Brandon at the fair

Brandon on the roller coaster. He refused to get off and was so mad he had to wait in line. Then once he learned he would get really excited to get off and get back in line and go again and again and again.

Brandon and Papa on the carousel

Look I'm still on the roller coaster Weeeeeeeee

This fucking balloon now lives in my house. It is taller then Brandon and wider then most of my doors. He drags it alllll over the place. Notice his boots and shirt in this picture. I guess he made my dad carry him all around the fair on his shoulders, while holding the damn smiley balloon guy. The next morning he got up rushed to the balloon and brought it to me screaming bawoon bawoon bawoon like I had never seen a balloon before. Did I mention they were at the rodeo until midnight? I guess they showed Brandon that giant four story slide and he wouldn't stop going down it. So finally at 11:45 PM when I called to see if my child was still alive they were carrying him out kicking and screaming. He then road home with that balloons legs wrapped around him in the carseat because he refused to put it down! What a wonderful night for Brandon.