The single hazard of having three little girls (beyond my prematurely-greying hair at the thought of boyfriends, tattoos, and weddings anyway... "live it three times, a special brand of torture!" But I digress...) is the profusion of stuff, all of it cute and prone to causing crippling foot injuries. These My Little Pony hair implements litter the house, no ponies in sight.

Surely, a barn full of unkempt ponies, each with trademark comical head-twist and buggy anime' eyes, exists somewhere, poorly coiffed, bringing shame to the land of the ponies (Butterfly Island). "Tsk, tsk," cluck the elder ponies, "what dishevelment, such disorder among our youth." Young lips are curled in response, eyes roll throughout the herd, a couple of cigarettes are lit: "You old nags don't understand us! WTF LOL OMG! It's not like we have dreads. What. everrrr."

Please, won't someone think of Daddy's feet!?!?

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