Yep, She's My Daughter

It seems that everything is reminding Brenna of Ireland lately. Every airplane in the sky is heading to Ireland, in her mind.

As we drove to the post office yesterday Brenna asked if we were going to fly in a jet plane. I said, "No, but our letters probably will." To which she replied, "I want to fly on a plane to Ireland."

A few minutes later she asked if we could fly on a plane (today). I said no and she said, "But I want to go to Ireland today." I said that we couldn't go (today) because Daddy had to make money so we could go again. So when Doug got home she asked if he had made enough money for us to go to Ireland.

And now, just a few minutes ago, she said, again, that she wants to go back to Ireland. "So do I, honey," I replied. "Why do you want to go back to Ireland?"

"I want to see that nice horse we rode." she told me, referring to the horse that pulled our cart through Killarney National Park.

Yep, it's all about the horse...