The Naked Cowboy

Adam’s never been to New York City.

I’ve never been to NYC for that matter.

But somewhere along the way, he connected with the Naked Cowboy.

For starters, boys love being naked. Most of my childhood memories of my brother involve him nude in the backyard (mind you it was fenced in and bordered a field). Because of my previous experiences, I wasn’t completely shocked with Adam’s consist refusal of clothing. But when he started adding props…that’s when things became a little uncomfortable.

Magic wands that blink. Pink feather boas. Starting to formulate a picture?

So, when he came riding into the living room naked on his stick horse, it was somewhat of a relief. Ah. Ok. This has been done before. Maybe he’ll have a career in the streets of NYC one day…as the naked cowboy…and not something else.

Here was another photo that caused concern…Adam, prancing around in my shoes. He likes to keep my on my toes.