Hailey takes gymnastics on Mondays from 5:45-7:45. I enjoy spending a little one on one time with the little guy during this time.
As we were driving home from dropping her off, this how the conversation went:
Jake "Mom I see a horse in that trailer"
Me "Yep, actually there are two horses in that trailer"
Jake "I see two big eyes. 'Member my horse?"
Me "No you never had a horse"
Jake "Uh-huh, member? My Hooorrrssseee" (like making it a longer word helps me remember)
Me "No, what was it's name?"
Jake pausing for a few seconds to think quickly "Umm, uh, Horsey"
Me "Oh Horsey, what happened to him?"
Jake "He got bit by a rattlesnake on his leg"
Me "Oh poor Horsey. How old was Horsey"
Jake "mmm, old enough"
Me "Where is Horsey?"
Jake "HE GOT BIT BY THE RATTLE SNAKE (with attitude like he is disgusted that he has to repeat himself) and he lives in Heaven"
Me "Oh"
Jake "I sure miss my horsey"
Side notes - we have never owned a horse, nor has Jake ever rode a horse, but one thing is for sure - he sure misses that horse!
