I have two little girls galloping around the house on the stick horses (sound effect: "ga-LOP, ga-LOP, ga-LOP) with their baby dolls, deep in a game of pretend. When they apparently arrive at their destination, I hear "How about you park your horsey here?" Park? A horse? I'm quite sure that's not right, but it suddenly occurs to me that I'm not sure what I would do with my horse, once we got where we were going. Other than, you know, tie it up somewhere so it didn't wander off . . .