It all started with an innocent conversation about Shutterfly, you know, the website where you can order pictures.
"Do you mean Fluttershy?" asked my son. "Because if you do, that's a My Little Pony and I'm a member of the My Little Pony Club."
"Isn't that something your sister had when she was three?" I asked. "The plastic ponies with the sparkly mane and tails?"
My daughter and I giggled, but now, three months later it seems my son is having the last laugh.
"Yeah, she's totally a Pinkie Pie," said my daughter. "She and Pinkie Pie love to give parties."
"Which pony am I?" I asked.
"You're Rainbow Dash," my son said. "You're always dashing off on adventures."
The conversation shifted to how one of the ponies was lucky enough to get a princess babysitter who also happened to be a unicorn and I rainbow-dashed out of the room before my ears started to bleed.
Later that morning I ran into the mom whose son is the root cause of the second-grade boys' My Little Pony obsession.
"It's a counter-culture hipster thing," she explained. "Even my fourteen year old is into them. She's getting my son a 'Brony' t-shirt for his birthday"
Apparently My Little Pony is so ridiculous it's done a 180 degree spin and become cool. And in case you didn't know, 'Brony' is the term for a guy who's into My Little Pony.
So what's a mom to do?
I'm considering a My Little Pony themed birthday party for my soon-to-be nine year old son...which is a sentence I never expected to write. And as long as I'm at it, I might pick him up a Brony shirt (in black of course, because he wants to be a Ninja-cool Brony). If he's getting a Brony shirt, my daughter should probably have an "I'm a Peg-a-Sister" shirt. Maybe I'll even pick up a tank top for myself, with the Rainbow Dash cutie mark, of course!
Although, as I think about it, a summer of My Little Pony pretend play is probably not the worst thing in the world.
If anyone laughs at us, we'll tell them we like it ironically. And then we'll remind them this is Portlandia, home of the Naked Bike Ride and a place where people bring their urban chickens to work because they can't bear to leave them home alone.
Ah Portlandia....if there's any place to get your alternative-hipster My Little Pony fix, this is it.