Last week we stopped to visit some of my parents' neighbors who have horses. Seth, true to form, couldn't bring himself to hold a handful of grass up to the fence long enough to allow a horse to nibble. He was simply too afraid of being bitten. Skyler, on the other hand, was thrilled to feed the horses. He continued even after one of the ponies accidentally nipped his hand (still wailing while holding the next handful of grass).
On the way home, Seth confided in me, "I am so scared the horsies might eat me."
"Horses don't eat little boys," I assured him, "they eat grass."
"But," he countered, "I'm afwaid they will think I am all grass!"
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