For the love of horses

Last night the youngest had her new lesson. Remember Megan the new horse? =) Anyways, she came home with part of a horse hoof. Evidently the ferrier had been out trimming hooves and she collected a piece. Today I was cleaning out the van, when I smelled something foul. It. Was. The. Hoof piece. I threw it out into the grass. Late in the day we were out playing and she said, "Mommy, my horse foot!" I explained about the gross odor. She said, "I don't mind. I love it. I loves horses and they can smell weird. It's ok. I love horses (kiss the foot), I love horses (kiss the smelly thing again)..." It was half cute and half gross. Just thought I'd share!