Especially when their horse was just heartlessly ripped out from under them.
You see, there's a local church-based organization that hosts an outdoor family day each January. They have rock-climbing, kayaking, fishing, horseback riding, shooting, archery, obstacle courses (some made out of inflatables) and lots of food and exhibits. It's all free, and we go every year. It's lots of fun.
Christian wanted to ride the horses (she rode each one last year) so we waited in the oh-so-long line, relishing the moment when we'd place Cullen, for the very first time, on a horse. We knew he'd FREAK. OUT.
Apparently, we were wrong.
Make that VERY wrong. Here's Hubs and Cullen moments before the crying jag started.
Christian was the epitome of "cowgirl." She just loves riding the horses.
She's pretty good at it, too.
Cullen loved it so much, we waited in line for another ride.
Just look at that baby cowboy!
And, once again, proof that cowboys cry. Especially when the world is against them and cruelly makes them let other kids ride THEIR horsies.
The world is an awful, lonely place for forlorn little cowboys without their horsies.
Christian and I visited the petting zoo while Hubs and Cullen waited in line for the second ride.
Poor baby goat.
Aaaaaaaaaand, it breaks free.
We went back to the horse line, where Hubs and Cullen were almost to the front, so the kids could ride again. This horse is waaaaaaay too small for Christian, but she really wanted to ride the baby pony.