Wild Humans

On the way to celebrate Katie's 7th birthday with Mom and Dad last night, we saw a horse traveling in a horse trailer. The kids were excited and started asking me questions about horses. Being the all-knowing mom with extensive equestrian wisdom, I answered their questions.



Kate: "What kind of horse is that, Mom?"

Me: "A brown one."

Ethan: "Are horses dangerous?"

Me: "It depends on whether you spit at them or not." (Yes, I get enjoyment out of giving them retarded answers so that they question everyone's wisdom.) :-)

Nate: "Nuh uh, Mom. But are some horses dangerous, really?"

Me: "Well, Nate....there are domesticated horses, and some of those can be dangerous but I would think a wild horse would be pretty dangerous if you tried to ride him."

Nate: "What would happen to you?"

Me: "You'd probably get bucked off and stomped on. They're not used to humans."

Nate: "That's just like wild humans. They can be crazy too."

Me: "Wild humans?"

Nate: "Yeah, they're called Hobos."

Me: "Uhhhh..."