Rodeo

Again, we were at the rodeo. Well, actually, we were driving away from it. I was talking to Dan and Maria overheard me:

Mama: "I seriously hate the rodeo. They are so mean to those baby calves and the bucking horses."

Maria: "Uh...Mama....why do you think they are mean?"

Mama: "Oh..uhh...I just don't think they treat the animals very nice. They capture them and tie them up. I don't think that's very nice."

Maria: (kinda chuckling like she knows something I don't) "Oh...mama...hehehe...well, see, they just do that because they are kind of wild little cows? And well, see, they have to capture them."

Mama: "No...they aren't wild. They keep them inside gates and then let them run off so they can catch and tie them up."

Maria: "Well, yeah, I know, but see this is just how the rodeo is. I don't think they care. I think they kind of like it."

Mama: "no...I don't think so. Would you like to be tied up?"

Maria: "Well...no. I think you're right. It is kind of mean. But I can't wait for next time, you can just stay home."

I don't know where she came from or whose daughter she is.