While waiting to meet The Papa for lunch on Saturday, we decided to take advantage of the Kidapalooza going on at Mayfaire. It was basically a glorified trade show, but no one seemed to mind considering there was a giant slide, a bounce house, some acts on stage, and A PONY. According to Kay Kay, the pony's name was "Horse", and she wanted to ride. Bad. The Nana ponied up five dollars for the ticket, and we were told that there would be a fifteen minute break "after the man (in line) with the yellow coat." (For a minute I felt like I was in a Curious George book.) Because of the timing, we decided to eat lunch before the pony ride. Here's a small piece of advice: Never tell a toddler who's learning to speak that the pony is going on a "potty break" unless you want to hear the words "potty break" for the next ninety minutes. In public.
After lunch, we still had to wait in a bit of a line. The pony was very popular. It was chilly that day, and fortunately The Nana was smart enough to bring along a blanket that was left in my car.
After we waited in a fairly long line, I knew that Kay Kay might freak out when they sat her upon the pony. I really didn't think about the other possibility: that she would LOVE it. Fortunately, she (and Baby) did love the pony ride, and I had the camera ready.
We thought it would be cute for her to petition Granddaddy Joe to get a pony for his farm until he suggested we could just put one in the backyard with the chickens. Sorry, kiddo. Looks like you're stuck with the rocking horse.
