So we said, pick one ride... and she picked the cars. I figured this might be a good bet. The cars just go around and around in a circle, and the kiddos can beep the horns and turn the wheels and WHEEEE... it's about as boring as a carnival ride can be. I figured that if she could ride on any ride, it would be this one.
She was doing fine at first. Waited eagerly in line. Daddy went with, and she didn't even really want to hold his hand.
They walked together up onto the platform, found the car she wanted to ride... and all seemed a-ok.
And then Daddy walked back down onto the grass. And I think she lost him, couldn't find him for a second. And panic set in.
She looked a little scared, but she had been so excited to ride I thought it might pass... but as soon as the ride started, she screamed. Shrilly, loudly, like GET ME THE HELL OF THIS THING YOU HORRIBLE PEOPLE!
This is the best picture I got of it because I was laughing so hard.
I'm not sure that wins me a parent-of-the-year award, but the 180 degree turn was both so predictable and abrupt that it still tickles me to think of it. Luckily, Gramma and Grampa turned up right afterwards and she was soon distracted with yummy carnival food and hungry pets at the petting zoo.
So I guess Maren's a big talker.. and not so much about the actual walking.
1 comment:
so friggin' cute! i miss me god daughter and her parents. can't wait to see you guys in a couple of weeks!
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