Pony

A 4 year old's crisis tonight....

While helping Mama make meatloaf, Henry's enthusiastic stirring resulted in raw hamburger strewn all over the table, including on his beloved stuffed pony. I washed an extra load of laundry tonight to forestall a bedtime meltdown because he was missing it and Dada helpfully put the load in the dryer. Apparently he did not hang up the stuffed animal to air dry and "Pony" didn't do so well in the dryer, coming out with crazy-matted mane and tail.

Henry: Oh no! She looks EVIL!
(She did look a bit worse for wear, but I wouldn't call it "evil.")
Mama (thinking quickly): Look how her hair looks like it's almost braided close to her head. She's like a thoroughbred.
Henry: What's a thoroughbred?
Mama: A racehorse. The fastest horse in the world.
Henry: Yeah! An' I'm a THOROUGH-KID because I can keep up with her!

You sure do keep us busy, buddy.