Neigh

Hey Ma,

My most famous parenting fail (to date) is that I let Lily watch The Ring. See, what had happened wuz…

We were napping (I was napping). She claims to have woken me up to get permission to watch it.
That’s plausible. She’s always been the backbone of this duo, so I could see where I’d think it wouldn’t scare her. She always used to turn to me and say, “You know it isn’t real, Mom.”

I am not brave. In fact, I was a total night-light kid, a CHECK-MY-CLOSET kid, a “Hey, did you hear that?” Kid. You said I’d stand at the top of the stairs every night whispering in my raspy little voice, “Ma. Hey maaaaa, are you up? Can I sleep with yew?” I still am. Nothing changed.

Anyway, The Ring fucked Lily up. I’ve seen it; it fucked me up, too! and I wasn’t even 8.

Now she’s a big weenie, AND she’s also afraid of horses— says there was a horse in The Ring. Says that all horses have “creepy demon eyes.”

But me, I’ve always wanted to be a “horse girl,” so I signed us up for lessons. We will yeehaw giddy up every week. She met the horses, and she’s cured. She says to tell you that she IS NOT cured. Pfft.

Tonight, we are off to the rodeo in Jasper to watch our instructor barrel race.