Every morning we go to fill water troughs before the day starts and I try to interact with the kids, asking them what they know about horses and such. The first morning, we were stopped by the miniature's pen where our 12 miniature horses, john donkey, and 3 mule yearlings live so I decided to ask them some questions.
I pointed to our palomino two year old mule
And I asked them "does anyone know what kind of animal this is?"
Of course the first answer was 'pony, then miniature horse' but I disagreed and told them it was something different. So one very important looking 5 year old smirks at me, raises her hand, and says 'I know what it is!' so I let her answer. She very smugly tossed her hair and told me "it's a molasses obviously!' Now, you must understand, I've gotten very good at not reacting to the...strange things kids say, so I just shook my head and said 'No, but kind of close! Here is a hint. This animal's mommy is a miniature horse, and its daddy is a donkey. Do you know what it is now?'
Another little kid, this time an 7 year old boy raises his hand and I call on him. "Well if its mommy is a pony and its daddy is a donkey, it must be a ponkey!' No, not quite. I shook my head and told him no, it actually DID start with an M. Anyone else?
Finally an older kid. This little guy was obviously the highly admired 'experienced' kid of the bunch, because he had been to a horse camp before. And he was a whole 8 1/2 years old! I called on him, and he rolled his eyes. "You guys are such dumb babies. Its called a MOLE. Gosh, do you know anything?" and that settled it. It didn't matter that I told them a minute later it was actually a miniature mule , the cool kid had spoken. The mini mules were moles for the rest of the camp.
Another funny thing since I'm on the topic, was the 5 year old girl a few days later. She came to me, face red, absolutely BAWLING her eyes out. She ran up, buried her head in my nasty, horse snotty, sweaty shirt, and was clinging to me like crazy so I peeled her off and asked what was wrong. She answers with 'I...I...I'm SORRRRY! I didn't mean to! PLEASE don't tell the polizes! (police)' I figured she had broken something, so I sat her down and asked sternly what she did.
She takes a hand, shoves it into her pocket, and pulled out the grossest looking, half rotten large snail shell I've ever seen. I asked her what she thought she did wrong and she goes 'That blue boy...(the 'cool kid' from the other story who wore blue all the time) he said it was an INSTINCT (extinct) GREEN APPLE GIANT SNAIL shell, and I killed him and now they will be gone for ever and I'm going to JAIL! I can't go to jail, my fishies need me!' and she started wailing again.
I took the snail shell (empty and long since abandoned by the way), looked it over, and tried not to laugh. I ended up telling her that it was an old normal snail shell and she wasn't going to jail, but she didn't believe me because again, the blue boy had told her otherwise! I gave him a firm talking to after that about scaring little kids (he knew very well it was normal, and had 3 or 4 himself) and scrubbed the snail shell and painted the little girl's initial on it for her to keep.
Be careful though guys. If you pick up green apple giant snail shells...the blue boy will be watching you. He is always watching you ;)