Well, dear all, I would love to strew this post with picture-proof, but I am on a "borrowed device" (public library) and not sure whether I'll EVER have access to my own pictures, documents, etc., EVER AGAIN.
New computer time, in short. Actually new computer time + 10 days. Ah, well.
Yesterday WAS ANOTHER DAY, however. Annie and her intrepid parents and I met at the local summer fair, which has been called all sorts of things, some of them printable, but for the moment is called "K-Days" again. Do not ask me. Il ne faut pas chercher a comprendre. Just take my word for it.
Now a week or ten days ago the Notable Annie, Thing #One, spontaneously expressed an ambition to RIDE A HORSE. After some dialogue she agreed, "Pony would be better. Little would be better. And a seatbelt" (the thought of which makes me helpless every time I think of it).
Are you keeping in mind, O Best Beloved, that Annie is 28 months old???
Inevitably, FATEDLY, not long after we embarked down the midway, there were RIDABLE EQUINES. Parenthesis here to note that she and Grandma had already met the Clydesdale pair in the farm-animal display...individually in box stalls, with their heads down in the hay-box. Until they straightened up. I had just a glimpse of how big a Clydesdale looks to a 2-year-old. When that big head comes up into view, it might as well be the Kraken. But "did she tremble, did she blinch?" She did not...took in the spectacle with utter satisfaction and aplomb. Heart of a lion, in this little girl.
Back to the RIDABLES. The usual panoply of pony-sized critters harnessed to a windlass-arrangement, walking solemnly in a circle. In due course it was Annie's turn. Her Mommy put her in the saddle and walked around with her while Daddy and Grandma cheered on the sidelines. First round, considerable consternation on the face (but not distress); second round -- all tranquil and calm; third round, HUGE grin.
Her Mommy reported that throughout the ride, which was substantially long ("Grandma, I went ROUND AND ROUND AND ROUND"), there was a constant inner bubble of delighted laughter in that little mortal frame.
This all bodes delightfully well. I see clearly boots and a little black velvet helmet in the future.
Oh yes -- and when it was over, and Annie was lifted off -- "Mommy, I think I jus' have to give Horse a Little Kiss" which she did. He took it well.
Some other time I'll tell you about the Rubber Ducky game and Annie's triumphant win of a small non-specific green/blue stuffed dog, christened "Loola." Oh yes, and the sheep-shearing at which Annie interpreted the bleating of the patient...
And a good time was had by all!