I came up the stairs and saw Carissa pacing up and down the hallway.
She stopped in front of me, eyes sparkling. “I’m a horse!” she said.
So I see.
I’m pretty sure this behavior is hereditary. In fact, her Oklahoma grandmother may have done this very thing as a child.
And I guess when you’re really not a horse, it is easier to trot on two feet instead of four.
She cantered back down the hall and then returned.
“I have a tail!” she declared in her deepest equine voice. Indeed, she did have a tail.
She turned again and galloped away.
Mary told me about this entry a few days ago. I hadn’t seen it; so we had fun reading it & talking about it & looking at the pictures & laughing together tonite. Yes, sounds like something that I probably did. Love you. Thanks for posting this.