I had to go birthday shopping for my older brother, (his last name is Ketchum. Look at his son's name...) the other day. I had to watch his daughter, (the 7-year-old I mentioned in "Kids these days..".), named Aeroden, and her twin brother, Ash. We were walking down the toy aisle of Wal-Mart, and we started to walk down the Girls row, and Ash stopped. "Auntie Zelda, where are we going?" He asked. "To get your father a birthday present for your father..." I replied, pulling off the best Poker-Face I could. "But this is the little girls section!" Aeroden chimed in. "... I know." I nodded. We walked up to the My Little Pony row. "You're not going to play a prank on daddy, are you?" Ash tugged on my shirt; the most pathetic look on his face. "No, I'm not going to troll Jared." I laughed. I reached for a Fluttershy plush toy. "Why are you getting daddy a pony?!" Aeroden whined. "Because kids...." I sighed. I walked up to the register, (whose operator was obviously gay, and had a Rainbow Dash tattoo on his arm.), and handed the man the plush. He stared at me... and he understood. I whispered to him, "How can I tell my niece and nephew that their father is a Brony without scaring them?" and he looked at the kids and said, "Kids, your father is a proud fan of a child's T.V show about ponies." the kids understood, and nodded in response.
Everything went better than expected.