This past weekend my husband’s family celebrated Christmas early. One of the things my husband got in his stocking was a set of little plastic cowboys and Indians. Because A.) he’s a child, and B.) a little racial insensitivity on Christmas is just par for the course.
Sunday morning when I woke up and came downstairs, this was waiting for me on the (rumpled and dog hair covered) tree skirt.
If the cowboys were replaced with Army cavalrymen this would be a much more historically accurate scene.
Also enjoying the totem pole thrown in there for no apparent reason.
Childhood stereotypes for the win.
See you after a few!