This weekend we visited the Underwood Farm in Moorpark, one of Huddy and Mercer's favorite places on earth. (What's not to love about pony rides, tractors, bales of hay to climb on, cows and goats to feed, and a jump house?) I think the pony's are their favorite. The last time we were there, the ponies they rode on were named "Snowball" and "Candy." We have been talking about Snowball and Candy ever since. Unfortunately, Candy wasn't "in the house" yesterday, but there was a new pony to take her place. And what do you think her name was? What would be the most perfect name in all of heaven and earth for Mercer? That's right: Tinkerbell. She was riding a pony named Tinkerbell. (Not to be outdone, Huddy instantly renamed Snowball "Nemo.")
In addition, the farm also had a Santa there. Unfortunately, it was the saddest, creepiest, worst-performing Santa ever, but the kids had no idea. They were well practiced in their list of things they want Santa to bring. Mercer was spinning an elaborate tale of the "doll house" she wanted, however, her list was apparently taking too long for Huddy as he interrupted with a very loud, "Heelllooooooo!!!" in order to get Santa's attention.
Brilliant.
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