Someone asked her a couple months ago what she wanted for her birthday and she flippantly responded that she would love to have a skittle pooping unicorn. It was a tall order to fill in time for her birthday, so it was decided we would surprise her for Christmas.
Unfortunately, her dentist absolutely restricted her intake of all chewy sweet candy, so the order had to be changed to a horse that poops Reeses Pieces instead. She's not complaining.
(It was originally a horse. Greg added the unicorn horn and painted it white)
eta: our kids didn't wake up until 7:45 this year. And only because they finally heard me bumping around the kitchen - one room away - digging out the stuff to cook the ham