I would really like to find our pony, because man, we’ve been shoveling for a very long time. We found out today that Wyatt has MRSA in his toe (Methicillin-resistant Staphylococcus aureus (MRSA) infection is caused by a strain of staph bacteria that’s become resistant to antibiotics). This is all still stemming from the initial break of the ankle. We’re coming up on 11 months of discomfort, pain, bills and fear of results and outcome. Mentally we’re still doing ok. And still super excited about all the work of growing The Production Farm… but man, we’d love to find that pony.
If you don’t know the reference, there are a couple different versions to this story, but this is how I remember it growing up.
A little boy got in trouble for not going to bed on time. The next morning his father walked him to the barn, handed him a shovel and pointed him to a horse stall that was completely filled with manure. He said the boy needed to stay in the barn until it was all cleaned up. An hour later the father went to go check on the boy. He was shoveling so hard and so fast with a huge smile on his face. His father said, “What are you smiling about!” the boy looked up beaming and said, “With all this crap there’s gotta be a pony in here somewhere!”