“Mommy!” Joe yells over and over again, as he runs to the house. I hear the storm door open and close.
“Mommy! The donkey and mule are out!” He shouts, as he runs to find me inside the house. When he sees me, he smiles. “The donkey – or the mule – whatever it is – it’s out. Come outside, Mommy!”
The boys know I love horses, donkeys, and mules. I’ve been a horse lover since I was young. The folks living behind our next door neighbor’s house have two horses and a donkey, or a mule. Like the best politician, I flip flop on what to call the poor guy. What say you? Is this guy a donkey or a mule? Today I’m waving the “It’s a mule” flag, but I reserve the right to switch flags at any time.