Hiking up the mountain on Sunday.
Me: So if you could choose any horse for yourself, what color would it be?
Little J: Blue.
Me: There are no blue horses.
Little J: You said any color.
Me: Any horse color.
Little J: Ah, now I get it. That’s boring. Can I choose a blue eighteen wheeler?
Me: Truck is not a horse.
Little J: No, it’s not. I like trucks. OK, brown.
Me: Like Vizon?
Little J: Yep. Why is he brown?
Me: Cause his parents passed it on to him.
Little J: You mean they chose it for him?
Me: No, I have brown eyes, so you have brown eyes.
Little J: Oh, now I get it. Mommy horse ate a lot of hay, then pooped it and baby horse came out brown. What should we feed my horse to get a blue one?
And that my friends is my first lesson about birds and bees.
Take your kid out for a walk, you never know what you might learn…