So on Monday I picked up the girls and they went with me to check on Kaswyn. All I wanted to do was hand-walk him and check his leg and neck, so it was going to be a short trip to the barn for me. On the way there, in the back seat, the girls started discussing horses and barns.
Lily: Do you remember Honey?
(Honey was a haflinger pony that the girls had ridden a few times at a different barn)
Macey: Yeah, I loved Honey, but she's not at this barn. This is a new barn.
Lily: Oh right.
Lily: Do you remember how white her tail was?
Macey: Yeah, it was great!
Lily: And how sometimes she'd run and her tail would sparkle?
(I'm driving and thinking "What is she talking about?", but I say nothing)
Macey: Yeah, it was sparkly.
Lily: It was sparkly because of the dirt she kicked up. You know, how sometimes when the dirt is in the air and the sun hits it it sparkles?
Lily: But sometimes there was poo-poo mixed in with the dirt, and that didn't sparkle.
Macey: Right. Because poo-poo doesn't gleam in the sun.
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