Wednesday, March 24, 2010

My brilliant, brilliant child

LittleG: Hey, Mom?
Me: Yes, LittleG
LittleG: Does the Crimson Steed have a name?
Me: No, LittleG
LittleG: I have the perfect name for her, then
Me: What should her name be?
LittleG: Vanessa, cause she's a van.

I don't name my cars, and I always kind of felt like the Crimson Steed was a big old boy horse. But really, how do you argue with logic like that?

1 comment:

Darla-Jean Weatherford said...

Yeah, Crimson Mare just sometimes doesn't have the same ring to it...

There's always Van Damme, I suppose.

But I'd be sticking with Vanessa!