Briar loves to spin. More accurately, she loves to “be spun.”
She can go ’round and ’round without stop. Over and over.
She shrieks with delight and when you set her down she chants:
I have found that I am nauseous and weak before I have completed one rotation, but I reach deep inside and find a way to power through. That said, anytime there is someone else around to administer the spin, I’m all for it.
Grandpa was a great spinner. Turns out I may get that nausea thing from him. Good sport that he is, he acted as chief spinner and dizzy child catcher for one glorious afternoon.