Had to dash to Target with Megan while Amanda was at basketball practice.
By the way, have you seen the new Target shopping carts? They're awesome!
Megan wanted to use one of the bigger carts that had 2 seats in back for toddlers. You know the kind? They're like 50 feet long, and very hard to steer.
Megan: Mom, can we take this one?
Me: They're too big and hard to maneuver.
Megan: Manure? Why did you say manure? I'm talking about the shopping cart.
Me: Not manure, MANEUVER.
She asked what maneuver meant. I did my best to explain.
Later in the afternoon, Amanda, who had recently spent the night with a friend who has horses, asked Megan ...
Amanda: Megan, what would you rather do, go shopping or muck a horse's stall?
Megan: Wait, isn't there maneuver in there?
Me: Manure, honey, not maneuver.
Megan: Ugh!! WHATEVER.
There's a fine line between manure and maneuver. Okay, not really. But when you're seven, they're easy to get mixed up.
Oh, and Amanda announced (after mucking out a stall at her friend's barn) that she "LOVES the smell of manure in the morning."