Dramatic dialogue rules when Miss C plays with her My Little Pony slash Littlest Pet Shop menagerie, each of which comes with 9.2 million tiny plastic hair brushes, doggy treats, hair accessories, and other microscopic doohickies that I find wedged in the berber carpet, discarded under the sofa, and stuck between my bare toes. (#$@%$&)
Yes, we are the veritable melting pot of toys. We welcome ponies of all color as well as bobble-headed dogs, cats, hamsters, and even a frog.
What can I say? We are an equal opportunity plastic toy household.
Mind you, Miss C does all of her imaginative toy dialogue in various character voices. This is just a snippet of what I overheard this weekend:
“Dang it, I’m dead.”
“No you’re not, you’re a pony!”
“It’s ROBOT PONY!”
Maybe she has a future as a soap opera screenwriter?
p.s. Here’s a tip for you. If the Biggest Littlest Pet Shop toy set that Santa brought seems to have a faulty carousel (perhaps Santa dropped it from his sleigh?), leave it to your 5-year-old to discover that one of the 500 plastic twist ties that mama and daddy had to saw through with a machete was left uncut. File this under engineering as an alternate career path.