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We have some amazing friends around us. My son and one of his best friends met in 3rd grade. I’ll just call his friend Horse kid. Horse kid is about the most cowboy kid I’ve ever seen. I love this kid. He lives and breaths doing everything right alongside his Dad and he’s pretty good at it to. My son and him wanted to have a sleepover. This is not an abnormal thing. It occurs regularly. I felt kind of bad because that would mean his hour long chores of all his animals would get left to his parents. Nonetheless, all the parents involved agreed. Horse kid and his sister Pony girl came home with us. Horse kid even did most of my milking of Lullabell for me. I didn’t ask him to. Him and my son were begging me to let me give them a chance. He did an excellent job. I’m not surprised as they have milk goats at home and his mom actually taught me what I needed to know to take care of Lullabell. This kid is a true and awesome ranch kid. Now you might ask why is this story so funny? The funny part of this story comes with explaining what is a ranch kid?
It all happened last summer as my youngest daughter was doing really good with potty training. She played outside a lot with her siblings. Like any ranch kid, she didn’t want to come inside to go potty. The kid pooped all over our yard, playhouse, and you name it. I would tell her you can’t poop outside. You have to come in and wipe. That is so gross. She would say but Mom I’m a ranch kid.
After that we went to see cousins on our regular summer trip. The kids got filthy. They were playing in the creek, going on four wheeler rides, and playing in the dirt. They were brown from head to foot. I took the kids to the creek when I couldn’t stand their dirtiness anymore and tried to wash the mud and filth off them. I clung for dear life to their clothes as they were frantically trying to get away screaming we don’t need to be clean we’re ranch kids.
A couple weeks ago we were on a hike. We didn’t plan on going for a super long hike. The kids saddled up the pony. My youngest was put on the pony still in her pajamas. It was really cute and about one o clock in the afternoon. That’s kind of how we roll sometimes. The kids had been complaining about being thirsty. On the way home they were playing in the creek, or so I thought. What were the kids actually doing? They were actually taking big gulps of the creek water. One of the kids broke and told me they’d been drinking the water. This isn’t a natural spring. It’s a creek where cows and horses and dogs walk through and poop in. I wasn’t so thrilled when they told me, and I was sure they would be up that night sick. However, much to my surprise, my kids didn’t get sick. I guess with their lifestyle, that sometimes is downright nasty, they have really good communities.
There’s something to say for all these cute ranch kids. They, like me, don’t really belong in town with people that have perfect hair and no dirt on their shoes or pants. They might not be what a lot of other people think is the ideal kid. I would never have it any other way though. They are taught by their parents a love for God, the value of an honest and hard days work, and how to have lots of fun especially getting dirty. I love my ranch kids and their awesome ranch kid friends.
