Last night at supper M.G. was lost in thought. Eventually she said, "At Taylor's horse farm, you say "HO" to get the horses to stop."
Papa said: It might have been whoa.
The M.G. said: I was thinking about what those horses do on Christmas.
Me: What do you mean?
M.G.: I was thinking about what those horses do when Santa Claus comes to Taylor's house.
Me: What do you think they do?
M.G.: I think they stand very still.
M.G. had a lot of fun on the farm. She got to brush Taylor's pony and watch him eat what looked like a granola bar for horses. Then she got to sit on the pony as it was led down a path and back. She really enjoyed it!