Horsies

Is it the fact that I am totally immature that when Eva calls all horses hoes it completely cracks me up?
She is very excited about them, especially now that she can say the name. She points to them in the books, on the streets where they cart the tourists around, and over and over on the carousel that we hoped she would ride. Her idea of fun was to walk all around the said carousel and name all the animals - hey, I am all for that because it does not cost us anything. She was quite content to do this over and over and each time the guy would let us into the enclosure and the general excitement level would rise, but, nope, it would be just another round of naming the animals and horror shreaks at the suggestion of actually sitting on one. She was exactly the same way with the live ponies at the apple farm - she was happy to point and name, but completely incredulous at the suggestion of riding one.
I know that this is her age, and partly her "slow to warm up" personality, but sometimes it just hurts me to see her want to do something and be too afraid to do it. Because, you see, I was that child, the one that did not just dive in, the one who waited on the sidelines until it was too late, the one praying to NOT be called on until the very end for some new activity. And that is the real bummer - all you can do is watch your child and not get pushy, because there is really no point to interfeering. And still, here we were (there was another mom with a similar child with me at the time) going around the carousel, brighly suggesting the white horsie, or the one with the flowers or maybe the cat or the dragon or the shark - and our children just happily walking around in circles. Because at this age the kids are still mercifully completely above parental pressure, for which I have to be incredibly grateful.