Convo from last night:
J: Watch out you’re going to hit my truck.
K: I’m not going to hit.
J: What are you doing?
K: Starting over so I don’t hit your precious truck. You know this isn’t my first rodeo!
J: Don’t go there.
K: No, I would be great. I could barrel race. I am small.
J: Your legs aren’t long enough.
K: I have pretty long legs for my height.
J: You can’t compete by riding a Shetland pony.
K: (Fake sulk because Lord knows I could compete while riding a Shetland pony)
forgets knows that telling me I can’t do
something it is the exact way to get me to succeed at something. This clearly means he wants me to become the
first barrel racer riding a Shetland pony; watch out rodeo circuit your new
circus act has arrived. It’d be like mutton
busting, but legit.
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