Xavier: “Does the high school we’re going to next year have a metal working class for farriers?”
Me: (under my breath) “What the actual fuck?”
Caolinn: (whispering) “I heard that. And, seriously, yeah…what the fuck?”
horses
I’d Like To Bet Five Dollars On ‘Carbon Emissions’ In The Third.
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As we were walking up to Turf Paradise, the local horse racing track…
Liam: “Every time we come here, there’s a plastic bag flying around the parking lot.”
My mother: “Maybe that’s a sign we should bet on a horse with ‘plastic’ or ‘bag’ in its name.”
Liam: “Or maybe it’s just a sign that people should start recycling, but okay.”
Guess I know what we’ll be covering in science this week…
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Student: “I want a poptart.”
Me: “I wanna pony!”
Student: “Ponies aren’t real.”
Me: “Ummmmm…”
Dogma and Horsema
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Bareback Mountain, indeed.
J: “Where are you headed?”
Me: “District office.”
J: “May the force be with you.”
Me: “And also with you.”
J: “You’re like a goddamn Episcopal Jedi.”
Me: “Episcopal? Try Catholic.”
J: “Oh. Extra guilt.”
Me: “Yes, but we are also required to exclusively bareback, so that’s a plus.”
J: “I’m pretty sure that’s not what they’ve been teaching you.”
Me: “Agree to disagree.”
(Note: If you type “bareback” into google images…you rarely get a picture involving horses. Even if you type in “bareback horses”. )
Fisticuffs and Shenanigans 