The Roc is beginning to display a pronounced lack of imagination that is either a stage he's going through or a harbinger of a lucrative career in engineering someday. Recently, while digging through the ten cent bin at the church fundraiser, I scored The Roc a couple of small, plastic horses.
"What are you going to name them?" I asked.
He thought for a moment.
"This one's name is Horsie, and this one's Horsie, too."
"Horsie Two?"
"No, just Horsie."
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