“What are you doing, Miss Prescila?”
“I’m putting my hair up into…a…ponytail!” I finally finish tying my hair up. I turn my head so he can view it better.
“Pony…tail?”
“Yes! See? It looks like a pony’s tail. A horse’s tail.” I shake my head to emphasize its swishiness factor. His mouth breaks into a wide grin as a revelation strikes him.
“It’s a unicorn tail!”
It sounds ten times better when he calls it that. I’ll take that over a plain old pony any day.
a fine evening 