Horse shopping
While driving to the stable earlier this week to look at a quarter horse gelding for my 8-year-old son C.
Me: C., have you thought about what you’re going to name your new horse when we find him?
C: How about Bang?!
Me (thinking): Here we go…
J (his 9-year-old sister, wrinkling her nose): You can’t name a horse Bang, C.
C: Well, how about Winchester?
Me and J: —Silence—
C (grinning goofily): Or Gunner?
Me and J (emphatic, together): No, C!
C: Hunter?
Me: Hmmmmmmm. That’s sounding a little better. You could even name a girl horse that, you know.
C: Yeah, but this is a boy horse.
Me: Yes, this is a boy horse. I know.
J: Oh, I know what, C. How about this? (Pause for dramatic effect) How about … Rambo
Me (in disbelief): Oh, J.— How. Could. You?!
C: Rambo! Cooooooooool! I like that. I’m definitely going to name him Rambo.
(Thank you to my husband for adding a Rambo
Flickr photos by: Dave Ward; Dave Ward; Melmoth the Wanderer
