Udderly Humiliating

At long last, Julia has decided that "horseyback rides" are, in fact, cool things to do. I relish having her riding on my shoulders or back, perhaps because it's just so thoroughly paternal. Which makes it all the more humiliating when, after a ride this evening, she flopped off me, reached for the fly of my cargo shorts, and yelled, to her grandmother's towering amusement, "Horsey has an udder!"

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