Amelia spent the better part of ten minutes telling me how much she wants a horse.
I told her that we don't have room for a horse at our house anyway. She promptly let me know that she wanted to move.
When I told her horses cost a lot of money, she explained that when she gets older and has a lot, and a lot, and a lot (I'll spare you her 2 dozen "a lots") of money, she is going to buy a horse.
She'll feed it and clean up it's poops and braid it's hair.
"I really want a horse. Please, Mom, If you get me a horse, I'll get you a book. Or some flowers. Or maybe just a picture of flowers."
Deal.
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