“Daddy! Daddy look! Issa horsey!”
The little one squeaks in excitement, pointing a finger at the bright pink latex horse mask in the window.
“Daddy I wants it! I wants it!”
Daddy’s eyes roved over the head.
He couldn’t help the laugh that parted his lips. He was too late to stifle it and tried very hard to make it sound like he was clearing his throat instead.
His little one looked up at him with a raised brow and a mighty big pout.
“Daddy why you laughs at me!”
“Well, sweetie… I am just not sure what you would do with something like… that..” he looked at the latex head with incredulity.
The little one was not impressed, made evident by the long sigh and frustrated scoff.
“Daddy. Use your imaginations! Issa pink pony and I wantsta be a pink pony! I can be the ruler of all my little ponies back home! They will listen to me as the big ruling pony of Pony Land!”
The grin broadened on Daddy’s face, which only made the wee one’s pout worse.
“No, no I see where you are going with this,” he nodded his understanding and the pout turned instantly into a smile.
“Plus you can send Daddy pictures of you with your royal subjects when I need a big smile at work. Or with that pretty pink pony tail I bought you the last time… I think the would match nicely. Wouldn’t that be a nice treat for Daddy, little one?”
Immediately those little soft cheeks brightened and a silent nod was all that was given in embarrassed acquiescence.
“Good, baby. Now let’s get that mask and make you the Sovereign of Pony Land, my little liege.”