"hooray" and "poncho" in the same sentence

When the Squid was wee, I made her a poncho. I was tired of the fighting to get the arms in the sleeves, the buttons all buttoned, the taking in and out of the stroller or baby carrier to dress and undress her as the temperature changed - the poncho seemed perfect. Fashion be damned. It worked well, so I wrote to my dear friend Martha and asked her if a poncho was a girl thing or a boy thing. I thought Martha's son The Professor might benefit from one, and I knew Martha to be sensible about the whole boy/girl clothing thing. Not all scared that putting a pink diaper on her son might make him gay, but not putting him in a lace pinafore to be mocked by the masses, either.

Anyway. I said "Would you consider putting a poncho on your son?" and she replied "Theoretically, yes, though it instantly brings German tourist child to mind. Personally, I don't think so. Someone a bit crunchier might."

So I replied "if you had said "hooray! finally a poncho by son can wear!" i may have put forth some effort."

Her answer? "Hmmm. I actually wouldn't use "hooray" and "poncho" in the same sentence."
Bah. I have to say that those words echoed in my mind last winter when my husband suggested that the Squid needed a poncho for the back of the bike. And I resisted. But this year I caved. And despite the Squid's pout, she likes it, too. Immediately after I took the pouty photo, I took this one:

That's my girl saying "Gotcha!" You can see the whole gamut of facial expressions on flickr.

Oh, and the white ribbons? Don't ask me. My child has never worn a ribbon. My child has never shown interest in a ribbon. But for whatever reason this morning she insisted that she wanted 2 pigtails, 2 ribbons, and 4 clips. I tried using yarn but she found this huge satin ribbon from a present and demanded I use it.