Friday, July 6, 2012

The Horsey Ride

She fed the coin into the machine, then my daughter placed her 19-month-old on the horsey in the grocery store.  He began clinging to her like a remora on a shark.  As the seconds ticked by, he held her tighter and tighter.  He never cried but when she looked into his eyes, she saw fear. 
A man of few words.

She took him off the horse before the ride was even over and cuddled him.  "Brody," she said in a soothing voice, "that was supposed to be fun!  Didn't you like the pony ride?"
He looked at her with big eyes. 

"Nope."  he said.  

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