As late as last fall, we sat three abreast, with one on my lap, enjoying the carousel from the comfort of the stationary bench. The one nobody ever chooses, unless all the fun, up and down animals have already been taken. Nobody except my children.
Round and round, hands clasped tight with one another, was butterfly-inducing enough for them. They had no need for up and down. No need to mount a sculpted animal all by themselves.
But winter brought with it some growth in those careful little wings of theirs.
But--oh!--my babies are a-growin'.