We head out to the toy store this evening. We found a really cool horse that whinnies and eats and well…that’s about it. But she loves it and I agree to get it for her.

She is such a good girl that I don’t mind treating her on occasion.

While we are in the car on the way home I am asking her what the  new horses name is. We go through a slew of names. I am determined to not let her name another stuffed animal “Maria”, so I am suggesting all over the place.

No, No, No. She is one tough critic. I change tactics.

Me: “How do you know that it isn’t a boy?”

Charlotte: “She isn’t.”

Me: “But how do you know that?”

Charlotte: “Cause she doesn’t have a peanuts.”

Good point.

We go through some more names. So far none are working. Then she says “Her name can be Micheal Jackson”.

Uh, huh?

Well, I guess none of us are sure on the peanuts there either.

~Trisha


PS Before you ask, no, we didnt teach her peanuts over penis.