Preemptive edit: Connect keeps deleting the text of my post before I can post it and it’s really annoying. As a result this might not be as articulate as I tried to make my first attempt at a response.

Where I grew up, there was a horse pasture at the the of the road. (And another at the other end, but that one was at the top of a big hill so I never really saw the horses there. I only know it was a pasture because apparently my sister had a horse there, then lost it when she started getting younger brothers.)

Once my mom was driving my brother and me somewhere, doesn’t really matter where, and while she waited at the intersection adjacent to the pasture we could see, my brother and I observed a horse in an odd pose. While waiting to be able to cross traffic, she realized we were trying to figure out the horse’s unusual stance and said “and that, gentlemen, is how horses pee.”

Thank you for reminding me of my mother, if in an unconventional manner.