"I'm a pony and my name is Silver. But I can fly and talk. My wings are a bit dirty. I got some water on my belly and it went straight into my blood!"
How will I make it through the day when she grows up and I don't get to hear stuff like this on a daily basis?
Perhaps need a few more kids. Though yesterday they drove me up the wall so much that I had to show them how close I was to imminent explosion - about 1 mm. We were all kind of curious to see the explosion. It didn't happen, perhaps because the kids kept hushing each other - "remember, she might explode!"