My daughter was given a family of little ponies for Christmas. One of the ponies has been adopted by my nearly seven year old son. These last couple of days this pink toy has become his favourite. He appropriately named her Pinx and has learnt to comb her mane, make plaits and use hair clips and bands.
It is a matter of time before poor Pinx ends up at the bottom of his toy box and he shifts all his attention to his legos, superheroes, cars and dinosaurs. But for the time being, he is simply enjoying playing with his little pink pony. Isn’t it sweet?