"No Pinkie, you've had enough cookies for today," you say as you pull the pint-sized, pink, party pony out of the kitchen and away from the cookie jar. Pinkie squirms about from within your hand, frantically trying to get back to her precious cookies, you have a little trouble keeping a grip on her. You know that she could break the laws of physics any second, so you made sure to never lose hold of her. When out of the kitchen, you put Pinkie down, stupidly hoping that she'll walk on her own. In the blink of an eye, she has left the floor and you hear her chewing in the kitchen. You sigh and remind yourself to lock the kitchen door. You walk back in and stare at Pinkie, nice and hard, she stares back at you with a look of pure innocence on her face and a cookie in her mouth. You try not to smile, but you can't help it.
"Come on Pinkie," you say, "you can't eat cookies all the time."
You once again carry her out of the kitchen and this time you carry her all the way into the dining room and to her high-chair, where you had already prepared her food, you knew that she had already had enough sugar today, so you decided that she should have only vegetables, something you fear might be the biggest mistake of your life. As you lower her into her highchair, you're suddenly stopped. You continue to try to push Pinkie into her highchair, but for some reason she just stops. You look down at what might be causing it, it's her tail. You try to push her down again, but her tail just bounces back up like a spring, she giggles the entire time. You stare at her smiling face for about a minute before you firmly tell her to stop. Her tail immediately loses it's hardness and you place her in her chair. You make a mental note for the next time you foalsit, "Talk to them sternly no matter how cute they are." Once the pink filly is settled in, you wrap a bib around her neck, she squirms a bit, but you get it on her in about 10 seconds. You then take the food from the dining room table and put it on her tray. She gives a skeptical look when you give her the plate of cooked carrots, this turns into an "are you crazy?" Look when you give her a bowl which then turns into a look of pure horror when she realizes that she's not getting dessert.
"Now now Pinkie," you say, "you can't have sweets all the time."
Pinkie looks up at you and pouts.
"Come on," you say, "I thought you liked cooked carrots."
Pinkie turns her head away from her tray-table.
"Okay," you think, "time to go to desperate measures."
You bend down and you pick up a pink balloon that had been floating against the belly of the table. You wave the balloon in front of Pinkie, she stares at it with a sparkle in her eyes and a smile on her face.
"You want the balloon?" You ask. Pinkie nods her head up and down real fast causing her poofed hair to wave willy-nilly.
"Then will you let me feed you?" Pinkie continues to nod. Perfect.
You take a spoon and place into the oatmeal. Pinkie opens her mouth with a slight grimace on her face. You wonder if her desire for the balloon can overpower her hatred for oatmeal. You slowly move the full spoon towards Pinkies face, you put it near her mouth with minimal fuss. Pinkie wraps her mouth around part of her spoon so that her lip is in her oatmeal. She then blows. A bubble or two erupt from the spoon and onto her table and on her face. You decide to take care of the tray later. After you wipe oatmeal of your face, you witness something amazing. Pinkie is licking the oatmeal from her face happily, she likes it. You pick up the spoon again and you give Pinkie more food. She happily eats it all. You're glad she likes it. She enjoys, for once, something without sugar. You wonder how happy she'd be if she tried it with maple syrup. After the oatmeal, you have to move onto the next trial. Feeding Pinkie the carrots. You place a few carrots on your spoon. Because of her experience with the oatmeal, she seems like she wants to try the carrots. You foalishly think that she'll enjoy them. When the hit her tongue, she nearly gags and is about to spit them out when you say,
"Do you want the balloon or not?"
That's the perfect inspiration for her. She immediately swallows the carrots, and bears a reluctant grin, that's fine enough for you. Next time though, you're probably going to try giving her peas. After the carrot fiasco is over, You give pinkie a glass of milk, which she sucks up through one of those funny, twisted straws. When Pinkie's done with her milk, you remover her bib and lift her out of her high-chair and you place her on the floor and give her the balloon. She grabs it in her mouth and a huge smile appears on her face. She happily skips off. Now that you're done with feeding her, you reflect on your job and situation. And you know what? You love it! You watch Pinkie skip out of the dining room. She then skips towards...
...The Kitchen! You run over to her, but then you remember, you locked the door. You breathe a sigh of relief until you hear nibbling. You run to the kitchen door to find it locked, but you can hear Pinkie on the other side. You confusion soon fades into laughter
"Oh come now," you say to yourself as as you unlock the door, "She's just being Pinkie Pie."