For the past two years, I have had a rocking horse in the closet. It has been a pain to organize the closet properly because of this damn horse. You can't stack anything on top of it, and if you do, it topples over because...well...it rocks.
When the kids were in their summer school class, they really enjoyed the little rocking chairs that were made especially for toddlers, midgets, and hobbits. Emma and Andrew would grab a book or a doll or a smoking jacket and pipe, and rock away on the chair. There were even times when we would have to take them off the chair because there were other toddlers, midgets, and hobbits waiting for a turn.
So I figured it was time to give our rocking horse a coming out party. I went in the closet, polished off his knobs, and we both came out of the closet. Err...that didn't come out right.
When the kids first saw the horse, they weren't too sure what to do. But I grabbed Andrew, plopped him on the horse and told him to start rocking. And rock he did! Emma patiently waited her turn, and eventually Lisa had to take Andrew off so Emma could get on. Emma started off cautiously, but she also rocked the hell out of the horse too.
Unfortunately, I had to put the horse out to pasture because there were a couple of problems. First of all, Lisa did not like how there were a couple of close calls with bare toddler feet almost being crushed by a rocking horse. And secondly, one of our children does not like to take turns.
Here's a short video detailing everything I just said...
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