It’s coming soon, I just didn’t have time over the weekend to write about the 15 things I jotted down on my napkin from the concession stand. It will take some time to figure out my writing through the large ketchup stain.
In the meantime, Greg and I took the boys to the Children’s Museum Saturday for a special event party. It was a great time, and we were able to check out the museum once the party festivites ended. Up on the top floor, my 4-year-old came across a mechanical pony that required a nickel to ride. The sign next to it stated the pony had been admired by kids for many years at the infamous Atlas Supermarket, which has since closed in Indianapolis.
Hayden asked if he could give ‘Sandy’ a try, the name of the pony which was clearly stated on the sign, so I dug a nickel out of my purse and helped him climb atop the saddle.
The second I let the dingy nickel drop from my fingers, Sandy kicked into gear and my youngest son looked as though he had just seen his father in a dress and high heels. It was obvious he was in for the ride of his life. He immediately screamed for me to not let him fall, then begged ‘Get me down, now,’ repeatedly, just in case I didn’t hear him the first time.
Have to admit, I myself was shocked at the speed of the old Atlas pony, and had to laugh when it came to stop. My son jumped off quickly, in fear that the pony would somehow malfunction and take him on round two, then turned to walk away, swung around and angrily yelled…
‘Bad Sandy. Bad!‘
Needless to say, I never got a photo.