Carmen won’t stop bouncing.  She must have been on Rody four hours today, added all together.  She stops to eat, then gets right back on.  When she eats more than likely Rody sits on a chair, and when she goes to sleep she puts him in the “barn,” a against the wall.  She wants to read stories to him, feed him, and check his teeth.  And she wants to bounce, bounce, bounce.I feel silly for not finding this earlier.  I had a Radio Flyer spring-horse that I rode for hours when I was kid, when I wasn’t on my swings, and just like Carmen.  Also, doesn’t it make sense that the one who needed to be rocks and swung for hours and hours on end would grow up into a little girl who needs to bounce on a Rody and swing at the parks?  (Do I remember when she could easily spend 45 minutes in the baby swings at Judson Park, and now can swing herself at our favorite park all night?)  David likes Rody, too.  They ride around the house, hop, scoot, hop, scoot, even backward, to the windows, to the kitchen to check on breakfast, to the table when it’s time to eat.  David’s Rody also apparently likes to bite people (think the big teeth of the horses at the ranch have left an impression?) and follow him around, just like a buddy of a horse.  Good ol’ Rody.