http://www.truefatherhood.org/blog/car-wash-horror/ The Pursuit of Responsible Fatherhood Wed, 25 Aug 2010 02:58:57 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.1 http://www.truefatherhood.org/blog/car-wash-horror/comment-page-1/#comment-159 Heidi Mon, 29 Sep 2008 15:16:09 +0000 http://www.truefatherhood.org/?p=259#comment-159 We recently had an unexpected "house of horrors" with our son at a fair. He loves horses and the carousel is the ultimate kiddie ride, right. WRONG. We let our 20 month-old watch the carousel from the sidelines and he seemed to be really interested. I asked him if he wanted to try it out and ride a horse. He was so excited. It was hard to contain his excitement as we handed over our tickets, stepped up and found the perfect horse. As we waited for the ride to start, he really enjoyed the moment sitting on his steed and I'm glad I shot a few pictures right then, because after we started turning it was all over. It wasn't just the turning round and round. It was a bit freaky that not just his horse was going up and down, but so were all the others around him and they were going up and down at different times--confusing and way scarey. The squeals and laughter of the crowd added to it. He cried out for me, I snatched him up, and we endured the rest of the ride with his face buried in my chest. Poor kid. I couldn't have been more wrong about what would be fun for him. We recently had an unexpected “house of horrors” with our son at a fair. He loves horses and the carousel is the ultimate kiddie ride, right. WRONG. We let our 20 month-old watch the carousel from the sidelines and he seemed to be really interested. I asked him if he wanted to try it out and ride a horse. He was so excited. It was hard to contain his excitement as we handed over our tickets, stepped up and found the perfect horse. As we waited for the ride to start, he really enjoyed the moment sitting on his steed and I’m glad I shot a few pictures right then, because after we started turning it was all over. It wasn’t just the turning round and round. It was a bit freaky that not just his horse was going up and down, but so were all the others around him and they were going up and down at different times–confusing and way scarey. The squeals and laughter of the crowd added to it. He cried out for me, I snatched him up, and we endured the rest of the ride with his face buried in my chest. Poor kid. I couldn’t have been more wrong about what would be fun for him.

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