I suspect that there is a supernatural power in the strollers of the fair. Manufacturers have the formula for children to pass by strollers and be stunned, attracted as by a magnet and stretching the arm of the father who does not want to fall into the nets of the fair. Stop will fall. We fall.
Will it be the colored lights, will it be the blinding flashes, will it be deafening music? What is the formula of the flutist to attract the little ones? Because in principle, those lights and that squeaky music next to the thunderous sirens when the car turns or starts in cars would seem to be dissuasive in any other context.
But no, at the fair, those lights and those sounds they attract them, they hypnotize us, we do not realize that three euros the trip is somewhat excessive (five hard in our time, not so long ago, hey).
"I want to go up, mom," "baby there," our little raptors tell us with the great fake Mickey or Donald, and deciding on what little pot to get on, whether in the fire engine, in the west caravan or on the motorcycle.
It doesn't matter that we wanted to dodge the fair, in the end, it crosses our path and, like Coca-Cola or candy, the little ones fall into temptation, temptation catches them, with our consent, of course. At least, going around in strollers does not harm your health. Or so I thought, if it weren't because sometimes they get dizzy. Or if it were not because excess decibels can damage the ear.
Or if it wasn't because it gives them an anxiety attack, which usually happens the first time they ride, even on their own "will." That if we can talk about "will" because, as I say, I suspect that there is some secret ingredient in the fairs to cancel it ...
So, if it is the first time that the child climbs into the strollers, it is better to choose the attraction in which we can go as companions, even if they are crouched, because going without company for a good time having a bad time is not a good drink ... And getting on The merry-go-round isn't easy either. Let's not talk about getting off ... better not.
Now, if at some point my daughters do not ask me to go up because the hypnotic power of the fair I stopped taking effect, I will not be the one to provide you with the card to shop around. We better buy a piece of coconut and continue walking. Or better, let's walk to the park that makes less noise ... and it's free.
