I'm documenting a few of the horse poop references Zane has made. Ever since our trip to Gatlinburg, when we were certain to keep an eye out for horse poop on the trails, he's been consumed. I figured we could do without a picture of horse poop -- a laughing horse seems more appropriate for this post. :-)
Zane: "Smell my feet, Mom."
Mom [Sniff. Sniff.]: "Stinky."
Zane: "Smells like horse poop."
Zane: "What do fish eat?"
Mom: "Fish food flakes."
Zane: "No. Fish eat horse poop."
Zane [pointing at busted black walnut]: "What is that?"
Mom: "There's a black walnut in there. It fell from the tree, above us."
Zane: "No it not. It's horse poop."
While walking into the zoo:
Zane [Sniff. Sniff.]: "What's that smell?"
Mom: "I don't know. What do you think you smell?"
Zane: "Smells like horse poop here."
While watching the horses at the barn:
Mom: "What does it smell like here?"
Zane: "Smell like horse poop."
