Petunia came home from school today, plopped herself down in a chair at the kitchen table, and informed me with a very dramatic sigh that all she's EVER wanted in her WHOLE life is a pony.
(Never mind that her "whole life" spans six and a half years, and that in those six and a half years I have never once heard her mention wanting a pony previously.)
Bubble-popper that I am, I pointed out that we have nowhere to keep a horse in our yard (yes, I know about boarding stables, but why go there?), after which she pouted her way upstairs in a frighteningly preteen fashion for a first grader. This mama don't want no drama, and it looks like there will be a lot heading my way over the next decade or so!