The cowboy room

Max is alseep in our closet.
Her room is brighter than a cheerleader with pom poms.
Brennan is scared to go out in the yard without us.
I think the freedom overwhelms him.
Or the lure of all of the toys I've had boxed up for the last 8 months is keeping him in.
It's like christmas in our front entry.
Or maybe it's like that hoarders show.
I've assigned the scout master to curtain duty in the cowboy room.
Max's room is the cowboy room.
Except he's not the scout master anymore.
Brennan's room will be the cowboy room, but for now it's Max's room.
Curtains, must have curtains.
Now, where is that curtain rod from their old room...