The Pony is well on his way to getting halfway through the first step. You know. Admitting that he has a problem.
We went to town today (on our third snow day) for the Walmart shopping. The Pony has an interview tomorrow with a local representative of Harvard. You know. The east coast Ivy League university. And Sunday, he takes off for a personalized visit at the University of Oklahoma in Norman. They even pay for the Marriott one night, and discount another. Of course his academic prowess has disrupted my household shopping schedule.
When we enter Walmart, shouldering our way through the crush of scofflaws exiting through the ENTER door, The Pony trots ahead to grab a cart for me. Today the first one he put his hand on had a used tissue laying in the bottom.
"No. Don't even think about it."
The Pony grabbed a second cart, this one with the back wire panel and child seat part stuck up like another cart was still nested in it.
"No. Stuff will fall out the back."
The third try had those flat tires that happen when the rubber peels off in sections, showing the white hard stuff underneath.
"Nope. Flat tires."
Fourth cart was a two-fer, jammed into another, and wouldn't separate.
"THAT'S why they were sitting out there in front, and nobody took them."
Fifth cart? The Pony reached for it, then pulled back and changed direction.
"What's wrong with that one?"
"It looked like it had blood all over the handle. So I figured you wouldn't want it."
Sixth cart was a charm. The Pony pushed out the child seat and flipped the blue plastic part over the leg-holes.
"This one should do."
Yes. I think our little Pony is starting to understand that all carts are not created equal.