The words still ring in my ears and make me want to cry. “My pony!” [deleted] I’m getting all misty just thinking about this.
When our first child was maybe 3 or 4 years old, she was all about her My Little Pony stuff. She must have had a dozen or so little horses, play sets for them, accessories, clothes, the whole works. When she got a little pink pony with purple hair from McDonalds in a happy meal, she was happy about it. She was super happy about it; she loved that pony.
We stopped at the grocery store on the way home and when her door opened, the pony fell out and tumbled aaaaallll the way down into a storm drain next to where we had parked. The grates weigh like 300lbs and there was no way I could have got down there. I tried to play it off but it hurt me, to hear her plaintive cry of
“My pony!”