I was just sitting here, looking at blogs. Frankly, a bit boring except for Jenny's fabulous posts. Violet was playing with her ponies. It reminded me of a story... She always asks for what I thought was pony-bears, but while I was giving her a bath one day the roar of the TV was thick in the air. A giant smile splashed across Violet's face when a "My Little Pony" commercial came on. "...in ponyville..." Violet told me she wanted her pony-bear at that moment. I got it. She had been saying ponyville, not pony-bear. When I corrected my mistake she was thrilled. She had been misunderstood for so long. She has been an exceptional talker, and I could tell it pained her to be misunderstood. I know she thought it was me that had the problem, and maybe it was. Maybe I was wanting to hear pony-bear because now it sounds nothing like pony-bear. Who calls a pony a ponyville anyways?