moi Kaitlyn

To make sure Kaitlyn cannot possibly be cold outside on a horse in the middle of July, I packed her a bigger backpack today to take to horseback riding lessons. In it along with the extra sneakers and clothes, I put a sweatshirt and a jacket.

At the end of the day, both were untouched. The doll she’d insisted on taking with her was carefully smashed inside along with them.

Kaitlyn says she’s liking the horseback riding lessons. They learn to brush the horse then walk it on a lead… and they take turns riding them. I asked her if she ate hay with the horse for lunch. No, the leaders took along sandwiches which she “loved” but cannot tell me what was on it. It does sound like they eat next to the horses. Gross. Better her than me.

Her friend’s mom told me that he’d said that Kaitlyn spent yesterday trying to say her name for the teachers with a French accent. I didn’t tell her that Kaitlyn’s report was about how many tears her child shed. Then this afternoon she said she watched the kids get off the bus and Kaitlyn was at the very back of the line with one of the leaders… just chatting away. In English. When she paused, he apparently turned to another kid and said he couldn’t understand her. Didn’t seem to phase her at all.

One Response to “moi Kaitlyn”

  1. D.A.D. says:

    Let them all suffer with English.

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