How not to ride a Dalahest

On Sunday we took Sam and the girls to Gothenburg’s Liseberg amusement park. It was great that the entrance fee didn’t include the ride pass, so Jon and I only had to pay a few dollars to get in (more money for beer!).  Just kidding. So toward the end of the day, we found this gigantic dalahest that Sara of course wanted to climb. Except she couldn’t get up. At all. After multiple tries. And onlookers were laughing. And pointing. It’s not that tall, so it wasn’t unreasonable that we adopted the U Like It, U Climb It policy and didn’t give her a boost. Or get down on all fours next to it and make like a step stool. So after about 5 minutes (yes, really) of trying to get on, she finally managed it, but not before a Swedish family had a pretty good view of London, France, and all of the arrondissements. Good thing the Swedes love to travel.