World's Best Mom (Or: how I'm vying for the title)

Yes, a horsey ride. A real, live pony that I let Keira ride. About half way through I was pretty well convinced that I was more likely to be on my way to the worst mother in recorded history contest, but she didn't fall off, the pony decided not to try and get away (which he was decidedly considering at one point), and Kiera had the time of her life. How do we know that she really got into it? Well, here was the conversation after the ride:

Dad: Did you have fun?

Keira: Horsey ride, riding horsey, Keira ride horsey.

Mom: What was the horse's name?

K: Horsey ride, riding horsey, Keira ride horsey.

D: Did you like the ride?

K: Horsey ride, riding horsey, Keira ride horsey.

M: Did you hold on tight like a big girl?

K: Horsey ride, riding horsey, Keira ride horsey.

D: Is it time for a nap?

K: Horsey ride, riding horsey, Keira ride horsey. Horsey ride, riding horsey, Keira ride horsey. Horsey ride, riding horsey, Keira ride horsey. Horsey ride, riding horsey, Keira ride horsey. Horsey ride, riding horsey, Keira ride horsey. Horsey ride, riding horsey, Keira ride horsey. [passes out cold]

I've really let things pile up, so bear with me as the posts roll in over the weekend. I actually meant to post this last Monday, if that tells you how behind I am.