Horses. Gotta love horses.

Reagan has a new "thing" with Horses. She LOVES them.

I took her to the store to buy a "dolly" for becoming a "big girl" and not nursing anymore. She was more interested in the doll bottles than the dolls, which is interesting to me since she's never had a bottle... but whatever.

She "settled" on some ugly doll, and we were off down another isle. She throws her doll over the side of the cart and starts screaming "HORSEY!!!!". So, instead of a "doll" for her "no more nursie" present, we ended up with a horse. A horse that has a baby "juice" bottle. (I say she's feeding the horse carrot juice...) We were NOT getting out of the store without those baby bottles and the horse.

Fast forward to Sunday.

Reagan was pretty "active" during Sacrament Meeting. It was pretty difficult finding things for her to do. When the family in front of us left to take their two kids out, Reagan spotted a plastic horse on their bench.


Brian is no dummy, and in order to keep the peace, he snatched the horse up and handed it to her.

She plays cute with it for a few minutes, and we enjoy a bit of quiet. (From our bench at least... ;) )

Then... it happens. She flips the horse upside down and we soon discover that this horse is fairly "accurate" when it comes to horse anatomy.

Reagan scrunches up her little nose, and starts saying "ewwww.... Horsey BUM... Horsey poopie... ewwww... Horsey BUM!" Over and over and over again. Brian and I could NOT stop laughing. And since we were laughing at her she said it MORE. "Horsey poopie butt!! EWWWW!!!"

We were grateful the family in front of us came back so we could throw the horse back over to them.

Note to self: Check anatomy of all toys going into Reagan's possession to avoid embarrassment.