Neither of my parents are what you'd call "horsey." Sure, they've picked up quite a bit from my rambling and ranting, but I never would have called them horse show parents.
Before last week, that is.
To be fair, my father has some background with horses. When he was growing up his family raised Spanish Mustangs. They never really showed, though, and my father wasn't very involved with the horses.
There I go rambling again. Back to the point- last week my dad and I were driving to a 4-H show. He's starts asking me if I have everything.
"Do you have your helmet?" Check. "Jacket." Yep. "Hair net?" Yep.
Wait, what? My father knows what I need to show, down to the hair net? He knows that I wear a hair net? I have no idea how or when this happened. I only go to a handful of shows a year, and most of them neither of my parents go to.
My current theory is that horse-show mania is contagious. I have clearly infected my father.
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