It was spring, and there was a carnival in town. It was one of those small weekend carnivals with a dozen rides and a few booths, but it was two-year-old Sofia Grace's first real taste of a merry-go-round.
The following day, Monday, she wanted to go back and see the horsies. I tried to explain to her that the fair had moved on to another town, but she would have none of it. Eventually she wore me down with her persistent statements of "Let's check, Daddy" and "Maybe the horsies are still there."
I decided to drive by the place where the carnival had been while on my way to pick up the babysitter, so she could actually see the vacant lot and be satisfied the horsies were no longer there.
We drove by the lot, now empty, and my daughter asked, "Where did they go?" I tried to explain, once again, that they had moved on to another town, so that other children would also get the chance to go on the rides.