We’re sitting around planning the day and my wife suggests we go to the mall playground.

“Yay!” my daughter proclaims. “Can we see the clothes horse?”

I have no clue what she means, but jokingly (because she is anything but) say, “Well mommy is a clothes horse.”

Mommy, with her best indignant jest tone, says, “No I am not!”

My daughter jumps in to defend her mother, concluding “That’s right! Mommy is an open horse!”

if you don’t quite get it, try reading it out loud.