Exchanged between my mom and I not too long ago:
Mom: I don't understand why you didn't buy another Arabian.
Me: What do you mean? Dora is an Arabian.
Mom: But she's brown.
This ended up being a long coversation about horse colors that I still don't think my mom understands. I also bought Dora back (she was originally given to me in 1998, owned her for 5 years) nearly 5 years ago. My mom has been around her numerous times, we've had discussions about her...at this particular moment she thought she was a new horse that I had just bought and I gave her the same name as the previous Dora. I'm telling you, by the time we were done talking my head hurt and I was finding it hard to answer questions without sounding like a smartass.