As I was typing up the week’s E-EWEsletter, Emmett came galloping into my office on Sophie’s hobby horse.

“Is that your horsey?” I asked.

“Yep” he replied.

“Does your horsey have a name?” I asked.

“Yep” he replied.

“What is your horsey’s name?” I asked.

There was a pause…Emmett looked up at the ceiling…I could tell he was really thinking about this one…

“Horseradish!” he replied, and they galloped away.