Poor Horsey!

Last night I had a work meeting that was only supposed to take an hour. It took two. Unfortunately, Eric and the kids were waiting on me to get done so that we could grab dinner as a family. When I FINALLY got out of there, I jumped in the car, apologized to Eric for being so late, and then made some comment about "beating a dead horse" for the last hour of my meeting. Well, Ava was aghast, "Mommy, why did you kill the horse? Was it a big horse? What color was the horse? Why couldn't you just put the horsey in time out?" When we met up with Kate and Kenny for dinner, the first thing out of Ava's mouth was, "Mommy and the other nurses kill horses at work". Great...gotta watch what we say around this one.