The kids thought we clearly had suffered a lapse as parents. Not only did we uncharacteristically take them out after dark, we took them by boat to a loud western town, where we got ourselves locked into jail. What is more, we came face to face with Mr. Twister, a braying, snorting, long horn bull. Adlai buried his face in Patrick's shoulder and hung on for dear life. When we asked if he wanted to ride the bull, he emphatically shook his head no. Kaya was game to ride on the fake bull with me though. For weeks after Adlai would say, when asked about Rawhide, "cow mooing. No let the cow out of the cage."
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