Daddy Apple Delight

August 23, 2026

I mentioned a little bit ago that I have trouble keeping my home office clean. It might be because I have too much stuff. As in, it definitely is because I have too much stuff. (But if the room were bigger, I would not. So what, really, is "too much stuff"?)

Anyway, I recently spent a day decluttering and organizing. I boxed up a bunch of crafting supplies to donate and threw out the trash. But there are still a lot of things I don't know what to do with.

Case in point:

This is my childhood stuffed animal, Pinky. (Pinky the Pachyderm, actually. I was really into elephants as a young kid and evidently liked alliteration.) It's actually Pinky 2.0; the original Pinky was lost in a house fire in 1995, and the person who made her gave me a second one.

Anyway, Pinky is objectively adorable. I mean, look at that butterfly-print dress. But I am in my 30s, I don't have kids, and my nieces and nephews do not want her. (To be fair, I haven't asked. But these are iPad kids.)

So what do I do with her? What would you do? Let her continue collecting dust at the top of my bookshelf? I was afraid to take her down for photos in case a spider came crawling out from under her dress.

To be honest, I hoped writing this and sharing the photo would allow me to release Pinky into the thrift store bin. But now I'm convincing myself that I should keep her.

I am way too good at convincing myself to keep things. For example, I also have a small collection of My Little Pony toys. Several years ago, I spent weeks studying up on the history of the franchise for a work project. We needed pony photos, and it was cheaper to photograph toys on our own than to license images.

My coworker and I spent days deciding which ponies to buy on eBay. I can't tell you how fun it is to use your millionaire boss's credit card to buy plastic pony toys with wild abandon.

Along the way, I came across what I believe is the most shockingly named My Little Pony in existence: Daddy Apple Delight. It's part of a family of ponies—the Apple Delight family—that also includes Mommy and various Baby Brothers and Baby Sisters, depending on the country.

Sadly, we did not buy a Daddy Apple Delight or any members of the Apple Delight family. But we bought many other fun ponies. I ended up with a small collection, which I brought home when the office closed during COVID and have yet to return. (I'm not returning them.)

Some workplaces give you a sweatshirt or a mug. Mine gave me some 40-year-old My Little Ponies.

Probably, I should get rid of these as well. They sit on a shelf taking up space. But as I wrote this, I also remembered that sea ponies exist.

I love their little clamshell holders. Tempting.