Orsey! Orsey! Orsey!

Jack loves horses. We live in Pleasant Grove, Utah (it really is quite pleasant, as mandated by the name) and there are plenty of horses around. Every time we pass one Jack will point out the window of the car and say "Orsey! Orsey!" until we pass the animal, and then it will be "Bye orsey, bye orsey!!" for five minutes after. No, it doesn't get old. Yes, I am being sarcastic. But you probably knew that, if you know me at all. ANYWAY, for our town's summer festival, called Strawberry Days, there was a Huck Finn day, and there were free doughnuts and free horseback rides and stuff for the kids. Heather dutifuly took Jack and met with some other moms from our condos to stand in line for the stuff, bright and early. Of course, the point of this story is that when it was Jack's turn to ride the horse, he refused to let go of Heathers' leg. Of course. That is why there is a picture of Jacks' friend Rhaegan riding, but not one of Jack. Sheeesh, man.