Just at that point of the evening when I was banging my head against the table in despair of my children ever having an ounce of common sense and wondering when their brains would finally start to develop (they were extra-special tired and discombobulated from being at riding school/camp all day), the small squeaky kid came out with this:
“I’m going to give Dylan a new name for competitions.”
(Dylan is her pony)
“I’m going to call him Opaque Memory.”
Why would you call him that?
“Because he’s an old show pony that has forgotten a lot of things. We just need to remind him how to do them again.”
Or something to that effect. I think she used bigger words.
Good grief. My kid is going to be smarter than me before she turns 10. I had to look up how to spell opaque.
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