Friday, June 4, 2010
I shoed a horse this morning. Just part of my motherly duties. The horse's name was Spirit, and she had pink toenails (courtesy of her babysitter) and she had her shirt on backwards (courtesy of her four year old self). I was informed that I was really helping her since putting shoes on a horse doesn't hurt and Spirit was really "bixcited" to get them. Glad I could be of service. Of course this same little horsey will scream at the top of her lungs when I put her hair in ponytails. Guess that isn't as "bixciting" as horseshoes. Who knew that motherhood would require such a wide range of skills?
If you knew anything about horses you would know that this white horse is called Bob.
In fact, all white horses are called Bob.