And in Comanche, Texas it’s Cowboys and Cowgirls mixed with Moms and Dads and babies asleep in truck beds.
It’s homemade ice cream on the tail gate and a touch football game behind the bleachers.
It’s driving for hours to get “home” for the rodeo and it’s a houseful of company, some of whom you meet for the first time when the kids pull in the drive with friends in tow.
It’s dressing baby girls up like princeses and then pitching them over the fence so they can try their hand at pulling a ribbon off of a calf’s tail, and it’s Daddies jumping that same fence to carry and comfort them when they fall.
And, yes, they call the thing RODEO.