And that is- a six year old girl who loves horses and “horse riding”, and parents who aren’t quite committed to supporting the habit.
Monday kicked off a week of campapalooza around here. Chicken went to horse camp at the generous sponsorship of her Grandma and Grandpa. She is three days in and seems to adore every minute of it. I don’t know what we are going to do when camp ends on Friday. Sneak her over there for secret midnight rides?
She’s a few years from being helpful at the barn- which is how my sister eventually supported her own horse habit. We have quite the quandry, and in the meantime she is turning into a barn rat. Filthy clothes, muddy boots, spending the afternoon mucking stalls, and loving every single minute of it.
(I love that she loves it).
Monkey, meanwhile, headed off to “Science and Your Senses” camp. On the first day he dissected a cow eyeball! He reported that he and one other “sister” (maybe he doesn’t know to say “girl”?) were brave enough to touch it without gloves.
Clearly this interest is not one I can support, either. I got sick just looking at the pictures from his day at camp.
On the upcoming agenda: moving one child off of thumb-sucking and potty training another. Could I really be looking at a respite from diapers, after six years straight? It can’t be possible.