A family had twin boys, but the only resemblance they shared was their looks. If one felt it was too hot, the other insisted it was too cold. If one said the TV was too loud, the other argued that the volume needed to be turned up. They were opposite in every way, one the eternal optimist, the other a doom and gloom pessimist.
Curious to see what would happen, on their birthday their father loaded the pessimist's room with every game and toy imaginable. The optimist's room he loaded with horse manure.
That evening the father passed by his pessimist son's room and found him surrounded by his new gifts, crying bitterly.
"Why are you crying?" asked the father.
"Because my friends are going to be jealous, I'm going to have to read all these instructions before I can do anything with all this stuff, I'm going to constantly need batteries and eventually, all my toys will get broken," moaned the pessimist twin.
As the father passed his optimist son's room, he found him dancing for joy in the manure pile.
"What are you so happy about?" asked the father.
"I just know there has to be a pony in here somewhere!" answered the optimist twin.

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