So if I was five or six, there would be tears and quite possibly hysterics over getting this for Christmas. A life-size (well, the size of a miniature horse) pony that whinnies and snorts AND EATS CARROTS AND YOU CAN RIDE IT. Rob and I passed it last night in Target, and I'm pretty sure I am the only 27-year-old in history to squeal over ( Read more... )