When it comes to rides and ride-on toys, Nica confuses us. As a toddler, she loved being spun around by the arms but cried when put on a slow-moving ride at a kiddie park. She had no fear of slides, no matter how curvy or fast, but she freaked out on swings, even when they were barely moving. As a preschooler, she loved every minute of a pony ride but was deathly afraid of carousels. In the car, she loves when we drive fast over bumps and hills, but one odd night, she made us pull over on the highway because the car was going too fast for her (even though we were going no faster than other cars).
If I say, “We’re going on a little trip,” Nica says, “OK. As long as it’s not Disney World.” (Whaaat? What kid says that?) Then she asks, “Are there rides where we’re going?” and if I say yes, she tells me she would rather not go. Then I have to reassure her that there will be other offerings besides rides.
It’s a head-scratcher, all right. Sometimes I wonder if at one of the amusement parks we’ve visited, she saw something that we didn’t. Something that made her lose faith in the whole rides thing.
Whatever the case, getting Nica ride-on toys has always been a hit-or-miss experience. When she was younger, we bought her a kick-ass tricycle. It was neglected. She has no interest in learning to ride a bicycle, either, though she did have fun with her balance bike for a while.
But there are two ride-ons that have been huge hits and still are:
Nica tried this for the first time at an amusement park. (See? No rhyme or reason to this.) You put your feet up on the pads and propel yourself using that little steering wheel. It’s awesome.
This little coaster is so fun. Kids play with this thing for hours.
And, um, the big kid likes it too.
(He also rides the PlasmaCar, but that one can hold up to 220 lbs, so, hey, practically a commuter option.)