But today, we got to put Manny on a ride! Due to his brace, he was strong enough to sit up, unassisted. We put him on the train. (He LOVES trains... says 'Choo Choo' when he sees one.) Kaley sat beside him, just in case. And he LOVED it!
That is ... until the ride ended. He cried. Real tears.
Then it was time for the carousel. You should have seen his eyes widen as the horse went up and down. Love, loved it!
But the ride operators said no.
Because he wasn't wearing shoes.
Uh ... Shoes don't fit on his feet. (One of the reasons for the necessary serial casting, in fact, he SHOULD have been in casts but his feet were too swollen last time so they gave him 3 days off).
I asked if disabled children had the same rules as everyone else? Yes.
He doesn't even OWN shoes. Too bad.
I was disgusted. Furious, I sat down. The baby was fine. He had no clue I was going to try to put him on a ride so he wasn't missing out. I was livid. Not at those employees, they were just following company policy. But angry at the company policy.
I started thinking of all the kids I know who wouldn't be able to ride those rides due to those stupid rules. I know of a little girl who just had her foot amputated. She couldn't ride. Or other kids with club feet. Etc.
I was drafting the letter in my head to corporate.
Dan (who had been on big kid rides with the older ones) saw my face and came to see what was going on (truthfully, probably checking it wasn't HIM in the doghouse! LOL). I told him.
So ... this guy let Manny ride one more ride. But Dan jumped on before I could get his back brace on. And wouldn't you know it?
He rode it without the help of the brace!!! He didn't need it. He sat so proudly. He giggled. I giggled. I even caught the ride operator smiling at Manny's cuteness.