Brony

My son is a Brony.   You don’t know what a Brony is?  That’s okay, I didn’t either.   Let me explain how it happened…

For movie night, we have adult shows downstairs and kids shows in the main floor.   Some of our movie night friends are traveling now so our children contingent is smaller than it once was.   My two children are younger than their good friend, Dylan, who is wiser and more experienced in the ways of picking movies or television shows to watch.    She’s also old enough to not really be interested in a night of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse or Thomas the Train.   So we commonly let her pick what to watch.

My son and daughter don’t particularly mind, they like whatever.   Dylan found out recently that my children didn’t know what My Little Pony was and therefore decided to give them an education on the subject.   I knew what the show was, but only from the original, 1980’s or whenever it was back in time when they first came out.    The ponies went away for some time, but now they’re back, and they’re back with force.   There are shows and movies (yes, there are more than one) and lines of merchandising and the ponies I remembered from when I was young have possibly retired,  I don’t know.

The important thing to know here is that my son listened with rapt attention to all the details and then watched multiple episodes of the cartoon, starting with season one, episode one, because Dylan said he needed a proper foundation.  By the end of the night, my daughter was passed out on the ottoman and my son had a comprehensive knowledge of the characters.

Dylan pronounced him a “Brony.”  There are no male My Little Ponies.   But if you are a male and you like the show and the universe of My Little Pony, this is what you might like to be called.   This is a real thing.   There is a serious following and there’s even Bronycon, a convention for like-minded folks.

My son’s appreciation for My Little Pony has continued past movie night.   He found his sister’s My Little Pony underpants—which I didn’t realize I had bought—and started wearing them, telling me which characters are on the front.  

So what do you do when your son just loves something and you love your son?   That’s right, you take him to the store to get some My Little Pony pajamas.   (He needed some summer pajamas anyway.)

He was so happy in his pink, pajamas with all the ponies all over the pants and the shirt.   I sent Dylan’s mom a picture for Dylan, saying he was a confirmed Brony now.

The Big Boy Update:  My son, while a Brony (see above) is also all boy.   We walked over to the pool today and he delighted in picking up every dead worm that had dried out on the sidewalk.   He wanted to know all about them.  They broke in his hands and listened to them snap.  He wondered why they were so hard when usually they were soft and squishy.

The Tiny Girl Chronicles:  We drove into the Target parking lot yesterday to get some underpants and pajamas.   My children recognize Target from the red color and the logo.   When we pulled in my daughter cried out from the back seat, “Target looks beeauuuutiful!”

Fitness Update:  I didn’t do much today, but I did go to the fitness room with my son for the first time.   I got a workout in, but it was a stuttering, starting and restarting one as I helped him work with the machines and future out what all the equipment did.   He loved it and I had fun too.