What do you know, I have another joke at Stephen's expense to share. However, this time, it’s not mine.

On Sunday, we had lunch with my parents, Dylan, and Tia-D to celebrate Tom’s birthday. For whatever reason, we were talking about riding horses. Stephen surprised the table by saying he had never ridden a horse. He went on to admit that he was actually a little scared of horses. What, scared of horses?!

Well, if you know Stephen, you know that he fancies himself as somewhat of a cowboy. He wears a big belt buckle with our last name blazin’ across the front. He has cowboy boots. He has a cowboy hat. He despises pop county but has a great appr for real county music. In certain company, he whips out his good ol’ boy voice (this annoys me to no end, especially when he is singing his one and only karaoke song).

Knowing that he comes off as somewhat of a cowboy, I asked him what kind of a cowboy is afraid of horses?

To which Wyatt shouted out, The kind of cowboy that rides a wooden horse!

That’s my boy!