I walked into Bronwen's room tonight for goodnight cuddles, and I saw her combing the tail of some toy she got in a kids meal. The toy is a plastic pegasus, and I'm not sure what it is from or supposed to be exactly. Anyhow this is our exchange:
Bronwen: I wish I could have a real flying horse.
Jen: Me too.
Bronwen: I wish I could have a real flying horse with a seat belt on it, you know, so we can be safe.