"I Want A Horsie"

She went to "the farm" this Saturday with her dad. Uncle Rich and Aunt Leanne have five acres somewhere near the Canadian border...a.k.a. Woodstock. On their way back to civilization, I got a phone call from the car listing all of the animals they got to pet and news of a tractor ride around the property. And in that oh-so-sweet voice, I heard in the background..."I want a horsie!"...and in one brief flash I saw my girl riding her pony with the requisite sequined helmet and saddle around the prairie we were going to have to create in downtown Oak Park. Thankfully, I rejoined reality rather quickly after calculating cost of land, not to mention what we would owe for taxes! My God, kids have such a spell on their parents, don't they?
In other Ella news, she has been singing and dancing with much more focus and determination. If Jerry and I even attempt to act as back-up singers or side-show dancers we get a prompt scolding. She is obviously a one-woman show. We are instructed to sit and watch with nothing less than awe.
Is this a monster in the making? How can Jerry and I put a stop to this absolutely adorable run-away train?