Giddyup

Cubby and I took a field trip last week to the place where the MiL takes riding lessons every Thursday. Also, incidentally, the place where A. took riding lessons when he was a kid. We have a family history there. Also, Cubby had never seen a horse except for the two-inch plastic one that lives in his toy barn, so we decided it was time to show him what a real horse looks like.

Well, hello there, Real Horse!

This horse (his name was Cory) wanted a carrot. But we had already given another horse a carrot, so we had used up our carrot ration for the day. Sorry, Cory. Maybe next time.

I believe Cubby was shocked by the size of the Real Horse (this is Mocha, the horse the MiL rides).

And definitely skeptical of sitting on the back of a Real Horse (Mocha again). I'm standing on a mounting block to hold him on, so that's really high up for a tiny cowboy.

He didn't cry, though he was not entirely happy sitting in the saddle. I can't imagine why a three-foot-tall child would be worried sitting on a giant, definitely-not-two-inches-high horse. Ahem.

Not to worry, though. Give him a few more years (and a few more feet of growth) and I have no doubt that kid will be riding like a champion. Now to find him some tiny boots . . .