Bobby Rodrigez was wrangling at the Redhook Rodeo.

Suddenly, his son, Cesar, settled his plans to spend his summer as some kind of rodeo assistant or something.

Cesar was nearly hit by a bull in his attempt to prove competence and win himself a job.

On the way home, Mr Rodrigez was past having been relieved and was very extremely angry at his four year old.

“Hey Cesar, you all right?”

He nodded.

After a pause, Robert said, “Well shit, you’re pretty fucking bold aren’t you?”

Cesar just sat there staring.

Robert went on to say that had been a pretty good scare out there hadn’t it and so forth. Then he said, “Hey you remember that time you left your finger in the door when daddy closed it? Remember that, Cesar?”

“Yeah.”

“Remember how bad that hurt?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, think about feeling that way all over your fucking body, okay? All the fuck up and down your spine, and your stomach, and your mother fucking stupid little god-damn head the next time you go out in front of a bull? Do you understand me?”