Oh, very funny.

So I have this small red-haired creature who turned two today, right? And when I asked her what she wanted for her birthday, her answer was "Pony!", followed by maniacal laughter. (No, Cain, I'm not getting her a pony.)

I smell a rat - or at the very least, tutoring on the sly. Especially given that her answer to "How old are you?" is "Too many!"

We decided to forgo a party - crowds get baby telepaths awfully wound up - but if anyone wanted to stop by the boathouse to say hello to the birthday girl, I'm sure the little drama queen will be happy to perform on cue.