While cleaning up this morning, I picked Julia's plastic horse from up off the floor. It's your garden variety plastic horse, nothing special.
It doesn't move or whinny or light up or shoot realistic horse turds out of it's butt. It is so unremarkable, that I have never noticed one, very prominent, feature. Until I turned it over.
Yes, that is a wang. Based on my limited exposure to horse wangs, it is to scale:
It reminded me of a trip to the Dallas Zoo when Katie was four or five. In the petting zoo, she stood with a horse - giving her best 'ta-da!' pose. But the picture comes across differently:
2 weeks ago