"Whip Crack Away, Whip Crack Away, Whip Crack Away"

I set Reese to work vacuuming the fireplace hearth. It gets VERY dirty, VERY quickly, because we are lazy when we bring in firewood and let it make a huge mess. Reese is responsible for helping us keep the area clean. (Why? Because I am a mean mom and I make my kids do chores. That's why.)
This was the scene when I left the room...

And when I returned, we had a cowgirl in our living room! Yeehaw!

Quincy found her a hat.

Later, she made herself a "boat".
Isn't she cute? This picture oddly reminds me of one we have of Scotty on a bucket in the wading pool, in the Petersen's backyard. Quin was the shark, of course.

I wish I'd taken a picture of the "Scary Mean Tooth Fishes" in the water. She took all the fish from the "Lets Go Fishing Game" (remember that game? -with the magnetic hooks and the little pond that spins them around?) and sprinkled them around in the "water". Clever.

Friends came over, and the "horsey/paddle" converted nicely into a swords and spyglasses for Peter Pan and Captain Hook.

Q got to be Tinkerbell (for once) as opposed to a "Lost Boy" or "Baby Indian", which are her usual assigned roles. I think it was because the velcro wings from the Tinkerbell dress could stick to her sleeper jammies.
Unfortunately, Quincy's "job" as Tinkerbell, was to "take a nap in the boat, or Cap'n Hook'll feed you to the hungry crocodile." Nice.

Tinkerbell: Obedient 2 year old female seeks non-bossy big sister.

That night, the nightgown was put on, but cowgirl boots and a "whip" (the pole from the "lets go fishing game) were added. She was singing "the windy city, the windy city..." over and over again. I love it.
I caught Calamity using her horsey as a rifle a few times. I'm a little concerned about gun play working it's way into our house. I don't allow toy guns/ gun play in our house. "Man Eating Scary Tooth Fishes"-fine, but no guns. I know most people disagree with that one, since toy guns are harmless, and pretty much awesome (remember the marshmallow guns? Or how about the rubber band guns from grandma and grandpa?), but I have my reasons.
One: I do not like real guns. Simple.
Two: I don't like the idea of kids being able to play "kill" each other..which happens more often than not with gun play. Freaks me out.
Three: too many of our friends have guns in their home, and you just can't mix in gun play, when there are real guns around. Our friends are very responsible and keep their guns locked in safes/gun cabinets, etc. But accidents still happen, and what would I do with my time if I didn't have a mug like this to blog about?

Giddeup.