He's On a Horse

While visiting my parents the other day, I sent Xander a picture of Dinka on a stuffed horse, comme ça:



And received the following text message in response:

Hello, babies. Look at your mom. Now back to me. Now back at your mom. Now BACK to me. Sadly, she isn't me. But if she started throwing you up in the air and catching you different ways, she could play like she's me.

Look down. Back up. Where are you? You're on a playground. With the man your mom could play like. What's in your hand? Give it to me. It's a spoon and two outlet plugs for that wall socket you love. Look again. The outlet plugs are now graham crackers. Anything is possible when your mom plays like a daddy and not a lady. He's on a horse.