I was quite proud of The Pony today for his academic accomplishments. He's one-of-a-kind, my little Pony. I was so proud, in fact, that on the way home, I couldn't help but re-emphasize my proudness.
As you may recall, The Pony rides behind me in the second seat of T-Hoe. So to re-emphasize my proudness, I had to reach back. Sometimes, I pat him on his woolly leg. This time, I could see, out of the corner of my eye, his blue athletic (Sweet Gummi Mary, WHY does The Pony wear ATHLETIC shoes?) shoe on the side of the shotgun seat. I reached my right arm back and put it on that shoe. Squeezed it.
"I'm so proud of you, Pony!"
"I know you are. Um. Have you forgotten that you hate feet?"
"NO! Ack!" I removed my hand. "But I was so proud, I forgot for a minute what I was doing. I mean, I knew I was putting my hand on your shoe. But I forgot that inside that shoe is your FOOT! Ack! I hate feet!"
We all lose our head sometimes.