Evan and I spent the day at the Birkett's house. Upon arrival, their neighbors were riding their horses through the neighborhood. A lady was riding a pretty large horse and a young girl was on a small white horse. We all walked down to the end of the driveway to see the horses. Kelly and Evan's conversation went something like this....
Kelly: Evan, do you want to pet the little horse?
Evan: You mean the pony?
Kelly: Well, yes, I mean the pony.
(We were both cracking up...too smart for his own good)