Last August, my animal loving daughter headed to my parents’ “almost farm” for a short visit. While there, she took a little trip around the corral upon the back of some sweet natured unnamed horse. I’m sure a few of you already know where this is going, yes?
My sister took photographic evidence of the event, and when I opened that email attachment, I knew my nice little urban lifestyle had been upset. The look of pure joy and happiness on her face told me all I really needed to know about what lie in my future.
So the other night I asked her what she was hoping she’d get for her birthday. Along came the usual suspects: Littlest Pet Shop critters, Barbie dolls, pink things. Then she looked up at me through her lashes and said,
“So, I suppose a pony is out, right?”
Oh you betcha, sweetheart.