It started before Claudine was born when Mia and I found 2 medium size My Little Ponies in a freebox in the neighborhood. I never played with My Little Ponies when I was a kid and never had a horse obsession like some girls that age, so it never occurred to me that she may like them. A few months later at a visit to the toy store, I admit to being enticed by the saturated colors and miniature models of sweet cakes and desserts in this over-the-top ice cream shoppe (I am a complete sucker for play food). It was the first “girly” toy purchase I ever made. Mia wasn’t into dolls or dressing up at that point, so I thought it was interesting that she chose this as her special toy. By the time Claudine came along and was old enough to play with the ponies, we had amassed a little village of saccharin sweet houses and accessories with more ponies and play food. They’ve named them all, going by the little tattoo images on their butts and they both narrate the ponies’ adventures in high-pitched “falsetto” voices. When a friend of mine came over and revealed that he knew everything there was to know about the ponies, including proper names and personalities because he worked on the Hasbro account at R/GA, Mia flipped and developed a funny little girl-crush on him.
The girls play with the ponies every single day, sometimes for hours, so despite all the annoying little pieces that get spread around everywhere, it is money well spent. This, however, also means that there is a lot of fighting, hoarding, screaming, stealing and miserableness for everyone. This kind of sibling fighting is new to me, folks. My brother and I are 6 years apart so he could care less about my limited edition collectible Cher doll (yes! I didn’t have a Barbie, but I had Cher). The only thing we remotely fought over was the Atari or Commodore 64, but you know, we’d just compete against each other so it was all good. But 2 little girls fighting over plastic, technicolor ponies? Kill me now.