Hoo, 20 months old pointed desperately at the carousel.
“Oh gosh, that’s fun let’s take him on!”
Good idea, right?
Started out okay. His mama, Eggs sat with him on one of the painted ponies.
We waited for the ride to start.
The Calliope played the tinny tune while we, Hoo’s fan club stood at the fence and waved madly.
Then the meltdown.
Hoo started crying and slithering in that way he does where the only thing you can do is gather bunches of his clothes and drag him up off the floor like spilt milk.
The carousel started up and Eggs quick tossed Hoo on to the chariot seat and held on. Hoo cried and wrestled pointing at the horses. Eggs tosses him back up on to a horse and jumps on behind him…and he cries…and he cries.
We his cheering section…are laughing our ever-loving’ heads off.
“You’re doing it Hoo! Yay Hoo! You’re riding!” We called every time he went by, then we collapsed in hilarious laughter until he came around again…still crying, with Eggs hanging on to him.
“Yay Hoo! You are awesome dude! You are riding!”
Finally the carousel stopped. Eggs carried Hoo over to us and happily handed him over….and…he started crying!
What is it? Why are you crying now?
Of course he wanted to go back on the carousel again.
That destroyed us. We couldn’t stop laughing after that.
He rode the carousel all day long.
If you ever wonder is the world going crazy or is it you.
Hang out with a 2-year-old. Chances are (sigh) it’s you.
I mean me.
This is gmom,