“I know what you’re thinking! Us? Bow and Windy having a life outside of our daughter?” The burly stallion gingerly places the new pane of glass in the frame you’d just prepped and notices your snort. Without looking at you he continues, “See? Us old folks aren’t as dumb as we look, you know.” He smirks, “We both know we took the whole parenting thing a bit further than most, and that causes some tension now and again, especially if your one and only foal turns out to be an independent rockstar.” 