Friday night we had friends over for dinner and while I was busy preparing things in the kitchen, my youngest daughter Chandler played the perfect hostess and took our guests down to see the chickens, the horses and to chase the ladybugs.  Cocktails in hand they obediently followed.  To the surprise of all Chandler discovered (and announced to all) that the horses were, er, wrestling? *wink*

Let me just add that J and J do not have kids or horses and there is just something profoundly funny about a man inadvertently witnessing horse porn (get a room already) while in the presence of a curious six year old! Awkward silence…

They arrived back in the kitchen in hysterics telling us about the horse-play (bud-um-bum-bum) they had just witnessed followed by an imaginative re-inaction by Chandler and giggles by all.  20 minutes later, after we had laughed, cried, snorted and nearly peed we looked around to find that, well she grew bored with watching us laugh like idiots and went off to occupy herself in her room.  Normalcy commenced, or as much normalcy as can be had in our house.

Then out came the little artist with this…

Needless to say, we all laughed/cried/snorted/nearly peed for another 20 minutes!