Lauren walked into the kitchen this morning and announced that she didn’t want a horsie on a stick from Santa anymore. I was surprised and said, "really?" She walks over to the window and says, “no, I want a wheel horsie in the backyard. A wittle one right out there” as she points in the back yard. We laughed a bit and told her that we couldn’t have a real pony. “Oh, okay, I ask for a horsie on a stick then.”
I know this story will warm her Noni's heart...
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