he smiles and shoves his body from my face and nods his skull in silence as i whip my body around numbing my brain cells of any mental thoughts just in case daddy can read a teenagers mind like some of parents can and quickly path on my cowgirls boots to the old rusty painted turquoise and white-colored pickup truck in front of the real working barn about 200 feet from the patio that holds all the pregnancy mares that eat all day long and sleep during the night as their little folds grow inside their tummies .