First Experience with the Brass Ring

This weekend we took the little angel to the Great Big Frickin' Mall of the Great Plains.  It's an "indoor outlet," which is a loose translation for "where the Worlds of Fun people winter."  My beloved (quite rudely) pointed out while we were there, "There are some really ugly people here."  We are snobs.

However, there is a Carter's outlet at the GBFMGP, which we hit hard.  There is also a bright, shiny, noisy carousel in the middle of the food court. The little angel, who had been contentedly thumping her new tennis shoes against the stroller in tune to "Sunday Bloody Sunday" until that point, grew feverishly excited when she saw it.

This is the part where parenthood gets even more fun. We haven't gone shopping with the little angel - except for Target runs - since it got really cold.  And she wanted - no, NEEDED - that carousel to be part of her shopping experience. 

I paid my $1.50 and put her on the horse. Like a little English royal, she promptly grabbed the reins and began flapping them wildly, ready for the hunt.  When the horse started moving up and down, she squealed and flapped some more.  She is born to ride.

My beloved was disappinted because she didn't wave to him during our ten or so trips around the world.  I tried to point out that she doesn't really even get the concept of waving at all, but I don't think it helped.  I think he realized she's one day closer to her high school graduation.  I can't wait to take her for a pony ride.  Yeehaw!