I have never been a “horse girl”. If you are unfamiliar with what a “horse girl” is, look around you. You will find them everywhere. They galloped around as children, and pretended to by horses, and played with plastic horses. When they became teenagers, they saved up money for riding lessons. When they grew up, they aspired to owning horses. I am not that girl. There is nothing wrong with being that girl. Some of my best friends are “horse girls”.
Imagine my surprise when the ONLY thing that Z asked for from Santa was My Little Pony figurines. I asked her again and again and it is the one thing she requested.
I did what any other non “horse girl” would do. I went on Ebay and ordered a crapload of used My Little Ponies. Don’t judge me. I know my kiddo. When she says she wants My Little Ponies for Christmas, she wants to bathe in them and roll around in them, and those jokers are expensive.
We have been keeping Z’s behavior in check by letting her know that “Santa” got her some ponies, but she will start losing them if she isn’t a “good girl”.
The other night, she was being particularly naughty and I finally had it with her, so I said, “Well, I know one pony you wont be getting. Santa isn’t going to bring you Twilight Sparkle.” (Guys, I was grasping at straws here. The only two My Little Ponies I know are Twilight Sparkle and Rainbow Dash. Z burst into tears.
Daddy, the hero came along and told her that he is certain if she is good, that he can talk to “Santa” and get her Twilight Sparkle back.
“%$@(@*##*@” I think to myself. I didn’t get her a Twilight Sparkle. That’s why I told her Santa wouldn’t bring her one. Now I have to go buy some REAL, NEW #(@#(*&# PONIES! So frustrated. Thought I had really managed to cheap out on this pony thing. Thanks Daddy!