My girl Ferris LOVES the rocking horse her grandfather made her. LOVES it.

She generally has a very sweet, silly temperament, unless it comes to one of two things: food and her rocking horse.

If you have food and don’t share with her, she gets wicked. If someone is on her rocking horse and she wants to “ocky,” the watch out! For the most part, her older siblings oblige and understand that it’s just her special toy. They do like to use it, but tend to yield to her need to rock.

Evan, stubborn as she is, likes to give Ferris a run for her money sometimes though. She likes to put up a fight.

So, imagine how pleased I was to see they’d reached their own solution last week:

One of those moments in life where you just have to smile and say, “Ain’t life grand?!”

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