Cowboy Without a Horse

I came home to see my son dressed as a cowboy again, badge and everything. After dinner, my wife took our toddler to run an errand and my son began playing with the baby. So, I was able to quickly clean-up, which, as any parent knows, saves a lot of time at the back end of the night. Perhaps he knew what I was thinking because it wasn't until after I finished that he sweetly asked, "Daddy, can you be my horse?" What kind of father could say "no" to that?