Me: "What does a horse have, Gracie?"
Grace: "A tail, ears, a head, and a body... [long, thoughtful pause.] ... Why did the horse get a body, Mommy? ... Did he follow Jesus's commandments?"
It was one of those moments. My guts were bursting with pride and motherly satisfaction.
And then Grace cocked her head, carefully assessing my artwork.
"Mommy. Is that a horse? It looks like a pig. Whatever it is, it's funny lookin'."