The Grand Carousel (with moving horses and lights and sound)
I don't really know that I need to say much more. But I will. I'm like that. I talk to fill in silences sometimes. Not always, just sometimes.
Anyway, I love Lego. So many hours were spent playing with it as a kid. (As an aside, I'm glad I'm Simon's sister because I wonder if we would have had as much of it as we did had it just been me.)
I also love love love carousels.
True story 1. I rode the carousel in Darling Harbour, Sydney, with my stepmum when I was 19. She was working north for three weeks so I flew up for a girly weekend. As we passed it by she commented it would have been fun to have kids with us so we could ride on it. I pointed out we didn't need kids to ride on it. So round and round we went. And laughed and laughed we did.
True story 2. I skipped the dessert and champagne at a Mothers day lunch at Royal Melbourne Zoo last year so I could cut carousel laps with my nephew. The other adults stayed in. Knowing me, passing champagne and desserts is quite something.
Anyway, I think you get the point. I lust after this. Recently when the parents asked what I wanted for my birthday, I was so tempted to suggest it, but I just didn't. Maybe next year? Or Santa, if you are listening, I've been super good this year.