Scootaloo trotted down the steps, still wearing her costume. Her play had gone wonderfully! She was so proud. The only thing that could possibly have made this better was if her parents had seen.
And then she slowed to a stop. She recognized those two ponies standing next to her aunts.
“Mom? Dad?”
“Scootaloo!” Her father ran over and pulled her into a hug. “That was wonderful, sweetie. You did great.” He knelt down to meet her eyes. “And... I think it’s time you learned what your mother and I actually do all day.”