Blink

Abby crawled into bed with us this morning, per her usual. She usually crawls in and brings a book or a toy or a blanket (or all the above). This morning she brought in her new pony (a gift from two of the neighbor girls). She was lying there quietly, making her pony do flips, when she starting whispering to me.

Abby: Why my pony don't blink?

Me: What, honey?

Abby: My pony don't blink. How come why?

Me: Well, because that's a toy and toys don't blink. People blink and animals blink.

Abby: Ponies don't blink?

Me: Real ponies don't blink but toy ponies don't. This is a toy pony.

Abby: The ponies in my movie blink.

Me: Uhh...