Today, Arabelle got a My Little Pony sort of toy with very long mane and tail, accompanied with a comb and two barrettes. Tonight she wanted my help combing the hair. After fashioning the mane according to her preferences, I handed the toy back to her.
She very delicately took it from me, mouth curved into a slight 'o' of excitement, and whispered . . .
"She has a ponytail."
I smiled. Then something occurred to me and I just had to mention it.
"Hey, Arabelle. Your pony has a ponytail."
She stared at me. And then her face lit up with a big smile. Her eyes sparkled as she laughed.