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.
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| 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.
