Recently, I was complaining to Seth about white horses in the winter, and how hard it is to keep them clean.
"Today," I whined, "Even Stealth had poop on his head."
Seth said, "Stealth isn't white."
"Yes, he is,"
"I thought he was black."
"Well, technically he's grey so he might have been born black, but he's twenty years old. He's been white for a long time. Or not white because poop on his head. Whatever."
"I really thought he was black."
|poop on the head|
He chose Flynn.
That's understandable. They're both blaze faced chestnuts.
She asked him to guess again. This time he picked Mikey.