“Smawty Pants,” the voice of a filly echoes down the hall, “do homework!”
In the kitchen, Shining Armor’s horn glows, the white foal is giggling to himself.
“Your idea seems to be working,” you say, smiling yourself.
Soon, a raggedy doll flies through the kitchen doorway, surrounded by a blue aura. Twilight Sparkle follows soon after chasing after her doll and shouting.
“Do homework!”
“Much easier than grabbing her tail,” says Shining as he starts to play with his little sister for a while. Moving Smarty Pants just within the filly’s reach and then pulling her back up again. He eventually puts Smarty Pants into Twilight’s high chair.
“Twilight,” you say, “it’s time for lunch.”
“Do homework!” She replies.
“She can do her homework later.”
“Do homework!” Twilight stands her ground
You think for a minute about what to say, you then reply, “eating lunch will earn her extra credit.”
Twilight’s ears perk up when she hears the words “extra credit”, and she starts to hop around excitedly, after calming her down, you pick her up and place her in her chair, she immediately hugs her doll with her left front hoof. You then place food on her tray. A bowl of oatmeal, as always, but you also something different this time. You’ve noticed that most fillies don’t like eating cooked carrots, so you have decided to experiment and see how Twilight likes alfalfa sprouts. She looks at the green leaves. You wonder if she knows what they are.
Now that you have everything set up, you take your spoon grab some alfalfa and give it to Twilight. Upon receiving it, the purple filly chews it slowly, trying to figure out if she likes it or not.
“I’m pretty sure that this is the first time she’s ever had alfalfa,” says Shining Armor.
Within a couple of seconds, Twilight spits out the Alfalfa. You quickly close your eyes and brace yourself to be hit, but nothing happens. You open your eyes to see a faint, blue disk floating between you and a disgusted Twilight trying to wipe remaining bits of leaves of her tongue. The blue disk has caught all the alfalfa that Twilight spit out. At first, you don’t know what the disk is, but then you figure it out. You turn to your left to see an exasperated Shining Armor, horn aglow, trying to maintain the blue disk.
“Thank you shining,” you say, “that’s enough.”
The foal’s horn immediately stops glowing and the alfalfa falls to the floor, Shining seems to feel woozy so he sits down.
You then turn to Twilight, who has a look of guilt on her face.
“Twilight,” you scold, “that was quite uncalled for young filly, look what you made your brother have to do. Now, are you going to eat the rest of this without any more fuss?”
“Okay”, says Twilight shyly, as she nods slowly. You begin to feed her again. This time, she doesn’t put up any fuss; at least she doesn’t show it. She manages to eat every bite without so much as making a peep. Finishing the alfalfa takes about three minutes.
“Can I feed her the oatmeal?” Asks Shining Armor.
“Of course,” you reply.
Shining walks up to the high chair and lifts the spoon with his magic. You’re glad he can do that, because after your experience with Lil’ Macintosh, you don’t think that you’d want to try lifting a colt of that age ever again.
“Hello Twily,” says Shining happily, “time for some oatmeal.”
Aa the spoon heads towards her mouth, Twilight moves her head to the sides, trying to not let the oatmeal enter her mouth, but shining remains resilient and eventually get’s the oatmeal into the evasive pony’s mouth. Upon receiving it though, Twilight seems to like it. You feel relief briefly. And then Twilight dunks her face into the bowl. A small splash is created and then she looks back up with her face covered in oatmeal. She happily licks her lips.
“Twilight,” you say, “why would you have to do that?”
Twilight shakes her head happily. You sigh and then ask shining to get a few napkins. He comes back in about a minute and then clean her face off, which takes about two minutes. After that’s over, you feed her the remaining oatmeal, which takes about three minutes.
Now that everything’s done, you remove Twilight’s bib and take her out of her chair. You then hand her Smarty Pants and a sippy-cup full of apple cider.
Twilight hops back a couple moments later, holding a notepad in her mouth and Smarty Pants on her back. You know that this can only mean one thing, she wants you to check over her dolls “homework.” You take the pad from Twilight, grab a red pen, and sit at the dining room table. You look through the problems, putting a big red check next to each of them.
After you finish the twenty problems that Twilight had written, you turn to her and say, “they’re all right, Smarty Pants get’s a one hundred, which is an A+”
Twilight cocks her head at you.
“What,” you ask?
“Extwa Cwedit!”
“Oh, that’s right, I’m sorry.”
You change the first score you wrote to one hundred and ten.
“There,” you say, “one hundred and ten, an A+”
Twilight looks at you with a know-it-all expression.
“A pwus, pwus!” She corrects while you hand the notepad back to genius pony.
Twilight runs off again, but stops when smarty pants floats above her.
“Come on Twily,” says Shining Armor, “it’s just within your reach. Come and get Smarty Pants.”
Twilight jumps at her doll, but it flies above her.
“Oh, you just missed it. Oh, now it’s back.”
“Come one Shining,” you say, “not this again.”
Shining doesn’t seem to hear you and instead continues to taunt his little sister. You quickly think of what to do about that. When an idea hits you, you turn towards an empty hallway.
“Oh, hello Cadence,” you say into it.
“What? C-Cadence,” Shining Armor drops Smarty Pants and turns to the hallway, trying to look as if nothing is wrong towards the filly he has a crush on.
Upon seeing that she’s not there, he turns towards you, ticked off.
You feel a rustling in your pocket, and your phone suddenly floats out of it. Shining starts to move it around your head and starts to giggle.
“Come on, it’s just within your reach,” he says giggling, “come and get it.”
This is going to be a long afternoon.