Git along little dawgie

Mo: Gwamma, Gwamma, come, come, come!
(she drags me down the hall from the laundry room)
Me: What's wrong?
Mo: Gwamma, Gwamma, Gwamma.... come, come, come!
Me: OK!
Mo: (Jumps up onto a kitchen chair and points out into the backyard) Look! LOOK! Is a COWBOY!!!!!!!!!!
(there is our yard guy mowing in his straw brimmed hat)
Mo: IS A COWBOY GWAMMA BUT WHAT HE IS RIDING?

She's so darned funny!