Oh, he was so cute! We were living in Texas and I think Chad was 3. We moved there when he was 2 and left when he was 4 so it was some time in there. The rodeo was in town and if you’ve ever lived in small town, Texas, the rodeo is a big deal. We bought Chad all the rodeo finery — boots, belt, shirt, hat — and off to the rodeo we went.
The Jasper Rodeo was put on by the Lions Club and we knew a few of the members. A friend was at the gate taking up tickets or handing out programs . . can’t remember the details. He started to talk to Chad and Chad informed him that he was there to ride a bull. We tried explaining to Chad that we didn’t come to the rodeo to ride bulls . . we came to watch others ride bulls. No way! Chad was (still is) one hard headed dude and he had come to the rodeo for one thing — to ride a bull! At the young age of 3, Chad had not yet learned that just because he wants it doesn’t mean it’s going to happen. At 21, Chad probably hasn’t learned that lesson but I still have hope.
He was getting really frustrated with his dad and me and decided to take it up with the nice Lions Club member. There had to be someone of authority there who could listen to this 3 year old and understand that he wanted to ride a bull! I can see the guy’s face but cannot remember his name. He was very patient and did his best to convince Chad that he could not ride the bull. Nope, still not satisfied. Chad kept on! Finally someone else came along and heard the discussion and decided to intervene. He asked Chad if, instead of riding a bull, would he be happy to dance with the clowns during intermission. Oh, yes . . anything to get up in front of a crowd and put on a show.
Here’s Chad dancing with the clowns. Much safer than riding a bull, right?