The Pony

My neighbor decided to have a cowboy-themed birthday party for her 3-year old, complete with pony.  She explained that when she called up the pony party place they asked, "Would you like small, medium or large?"  Ah, the combo meal of ponies. They continued, "The pony will eat anything, don't worry if he gets a hold of a hot dog, pizza or ice cream, he's used to it."

Apparently, this lucky equine consumed no less than 4 smokin' hot dogs straight off the barbecue, three cupcakes (one stolen from the hand of a 2-year old who got too close), huge clumps of grass from the neighbor's yard (they're still not too happy about the potholes) and tried to eat a paper cup filled with punch. Luckily I wasn't downwind at any time during the party.

I asked myself, "what kid wouldn't want to ride a pony at a birthday party?"  Ah, that's right, my overly-cautious offspring.  In an effort to get him to go for the gusto, I tried to ease him into the idea of riding the pony.

"Sebastian, do you want to pet the pony?" No.

[5 minutes elapse]

"Sebastian, do you want to pet the pony?" No.

[10 minutes elapse]

"Sebastian, do you want to ride the pony?" ...........okay. WHOO HOO!

Shortly after these pictures were taken, the pony decided to recycle some of the party goods and the birthday girl was so grossed-out she wouldn't go near the thing.  Figures.

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[Matthew Potter]

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