Conversation in the car today:
BB: I wish I wasn't a horse.
Me, trying to drive: What?
BB, more sadly: I wish I wasn't a horse!
Me: You're NOT a horse!
BB: GOOD! Yay!
Me: Why are you glad you are not a horse?
BB: Because I would be so sad when the riders whipped me.
I must be doing something right
18 hours ago




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