Madelynn loves that pony. The second she sees it, she starts "ooh"ing at it, and baby sprints straight for it. When I lift her up to put her on, she spreads her legs and grabs on to the pegs, she knows exactly what to do. When my knees finally get tired from pushing her 20 laps around the apartment, I pull her off and she throws a hissy fit. When I get sick of looking at it, I take it to her room to get it out of the way, and she knows exactly where it is. She's constantly looking for that pony.
I can't for the life of me figure out who bought her that thing, but when I do, I'm sending them a really nice card.