Our eldest daughter, whom, going forth, will be referred to as Moo, has a thing for the new My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic show. And not just a little thing, either...a full-on love affair. The child has a pile of ponies of all shapes, sizes and colors. Plastic ones. Plush ones. Tiny PVC ones. Coloring books. Reading books. Stickers. Music. Underwear. It's her "thing", and incidentally, it has become Our Thing. As in the family's thing.
My husband, whom we'll call Hubster, has not one...not two...but THREE MLP tee shirts. I have one. If they made kids' size clothes (they do not...so Moo owns two Hot Topic small girl's tees that she wears as dresses), our baby (Chub Chub, that's what we'll go with) would be in them. Hubster and I have already stockpiled MLP crap up the wazoo for Christmas. It's a cute show, and we all like it. My husband has embraced his inner Brony (term used to describe an adult male fan of the show). It's all good.
Today, as we tooled around in the family sedan, Hubster started up the MLP: FiM soundtrack for Moo, who heartily sang along. I love when she mixes up words, like instead of saying "handsome groom" she says "fansom broom", but she's pretty good at acting out the music. Anyway, Hubster was a bit crabby this morning, and as a song started playing that had some clapping in the background, he suddenly turned to me and spat these words:
"Who is supposed to be doing all the clapping in this, anyway? Ponies have HOOVES."
As I died laughing, I told him maybe he should write the show and tell them all clapping should be replaced by clippity clopping hoof sounds. And Moo told us to shush, she was trying to sing.
Yes, this is ZomMom's family. And I love them.
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