Tonight my husband was giving my youngest a horsey ride on his back. As he clumped along on all fours my youngest was shrieking with laughter and saying, "Giddyup! Move Horsey! Move!" I said, "Doesn't your horsey have a name?" My youngest smiled sweetly, and said, "Yes, it is Nelope!" I said, "Penelope?" And my youngest nodded vigorously, "Yes! Nelope!" I looked at my husband, and said, "Well, get moving Penelope." I could tell he was less than thrilled with the name selection. After all, the name Penelope doesn't exactly conjure up images of a bucking stallion, does it?
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