Went for a hike a week or so ago, up to some old meadows with a homestead chimney still standing off in one corner. I offered Grace some stories placing her in a nineteenth century girl's identity; a bit Annie Oakley. She loved it and came home saying "I want to take off this fruity little cupcake t-shirt I have on and put on some 'cowgirl clothes'" I bought her some old 1950's Annie Oakley movie serial DVD's and now I can't get her away from wanting to rope and ride!
