I give you, the Rocking Horse Whisperer:
The amount of time she spent closeted with her noble steed leads me to believe they were probably discussing a way to distract Dad while she draws on the couch in crayon. Or maybe she was just trying to convince the horse to let her stand on it while she configures the DVD player to play nothing but Elmo.
She's a cutie and she's getting to be a big girl. I'll bet The Wife's ready for Number 2, huh?
They really grow up too fast, Pete. You and your stupid sperm. ;)
According to the Word Usage Police, I have committed a crime of unsubstantiated proportions by not inserting a "Damn" before "you and your stupid sperm". Without it, it seems like I'm referring to you and your sperm growing up.
Return to your lives, citizens! Bleach for which to wash out your brains will be provided shortly!
A-D-O-R-A-B-L-E.