So Margaret thought that the farm was the sort of thing she could absolutely get behind, largely because her grandfather let her do all sorts of things like drive around in the little car.
And, of course, be driven around as well.
I’m not entirely sure why the fact that it had a back seat she could ride in was so cool, because she rides in a back seat all the time, but it made her happy, and who am I to argue?
There was also a flag that she could put in the bracket, and – as she is very interested in flags right now, as anyone who has been in a car with her could tell you – she thought that that was pretty exciting.
I know we’re not supposed to let it drag on the ground, but she’s not tall enough, so what can you do?
But the most important and exciting event of the day, according to Margaret’s discussion of it after the fact, was seeing the horses.
She was very intent.
And a little serious about it.
But she soon decided it was fun.
And then when her grandfather got up on the horse,
she was all attention.
She tells me that she got to touch the horse’s face, his white face, and nose, and that when she is bigger, she will be able to ride him like granddad. She has told me this several times. She is insistent.