So my three kids are off to a Halloween party tonight, and my wife gets them dressed in their costumes. The boys are dressed as snakes (snakes? but they have arms and legs? They're snakes, Will, get over it), and sweet little Anne, my two-year-old, is dressed as a sweet little pony, white with a long brown mane.
She's just the cutest thing. And what does she do as soon as she has the costume on? She starts chasing her brothers--and roaring at them, hands outstretched to claw the flesh from their bones.
Yep--that's one pretty pony.