Remember, back a few months ago when Luz still hated the carousel, but caved under the peer-pressure from James, and got up and rode white-knuckle style, looking a little something like this:
which, incidentally, was a vast improvement over every previous attempt which ended in kicking and screaming and buckets of tears - like at her 3rd birthday party:
Well...we have made even more progress. We spent a quiet, hot morning at the Audubon Zoo recently and rode the carousel, mostly at James' insistence. And, overall, things started much as I had anticipated they would:
but ended quite nicely. See she actually enjoyed it:
When I was little my parents always called the carousel the 'flying horses' and, frankly, the name and then the images of the teethy horses, manes blown backwards, nostrils flared, always freaked me out a little. So, I get it. But at 6 you should be able to tackle the carousel with a smile...and she did, finally.