Keegan: "What's pony in Spanish?" (they are allowed to use a dictionary, and
of course we don't have one yet so I look it up on the web.)
Me: "Is that what that is?" I say. I normally don't care. but I
couldn't believe they didn't know what this was.
Keegan: "Yes, it's a pony."
Me: "Does a pony have a horn? What other animal has a horn?"
Donovan gets in on the fun: "A horse?"
This goes on for a few minutes and I give up. "It could also be a unicorn, have you heard of a unicorn?"
Nope, and clearly no interest in expanding their knowledge at 7:30pm.
I tell him "Potro is pony, and unicornio is unicorn"
Keegan: "Just tell me what pony is."
Oh my poor son. It started at the Disney party, when after getting a little excited at Mickey and Minnie he realized "they're just actors in costumes, they aren't real." Even poor Curious George who appeared at a book store got the shaft, "That wasn't the real one, the real one is a little monkey."
We were at the Children's Discovery Museum the other day and I said "hey, there's a carrot over there." Donovan is thrilled. Keegan's face falls, "it's just a person dressed as a carrot." Seriously, what exactly was he expecting? A giant carrot come to life?