Today is Poco's Hatchday. I took him with me to the bank so he could make a withdrawal and go pick out his new Hatchday toy at Chirping Friends. I asked him what it's like to be the old man of the house and he says, "Your husband Jon is 28, so he's the "old man," don't ever refer to me as being old again," and then he promptly pooped on my shoulder.
Here is the Hatchday boy:

The toy he picked out has a bell of course. Poco won't play with anything that doesn't have a bell. It also has lots of pony beads for him to snap in half.