When I hear the kitchen chairs sliding across the wood floors, it can only mean one thing. (Okay, maybe 2 or 3 or 4 things). Glory and her horse, Mystical, are at it again. (I have no idea why a three-year-old would name a horse Mystical).
The corral is up, Glory is in her horse jammies, and Mystical is ready for a ride. Now where did she leave her pink cowgirl boots?