As I wrote in the previsiou entry, Cowboys Don’t Dance, Jaxon was a Sheriff this year for Halloween.  We went to his school fall festival last Saturday afternoon.  He had a lot of fun playing just about every game there, and doing a couple big bounce houses.  He also got into a boxing ring with giant gloves and went toe-to-toe with his mommy.  Beth clearly won on the judges card.  It was obvious she was not going to let him get any shots in.  As it was nearing time to go, we were outside near one of the bounce houses and Jaxon said, “I gotta go potty.”  I said, “there’s a bathroom in the front of the gym, go around there and use it.”  So he was off like a shot.  As we gathered everything together, and began walking around front to wait on him, I hear Beth holler, “JAXON! NO!!”  While this is not that uncommon, I wonder to myself, what kind of trouble could he be getting into now?  He’s supposed to be in the bathroom.  Well, he was USING the bathroom, but he just wasn’t IN the bathroom.  He was in the bushes in front of the gym, right where everybody was coming and going.  I guess he misunderstood me, or just figured, Cowboys don’t need no bathroom.