This week’s Dustinland comic was inspired by true events that took place this past weekend. My in-laws have a very old ride-on horse, passed down from their kids. It’s at least 30 years old, possibly more. And my son LOVES it. I can hide it, he will suss it out, first thing in the morning, using his magic child radar. He will find it, hop on, then hand me the reigns, meaning it is time for me to pull him around the house. This can last for eons.
At one moment this weekend, I was pulling him around for so long, it became hypnotic, and I nearly fell asleep standing up. And to make it even more ridiculous, he was eating a cookie the whole time. And he likes to rest his feet on the front wheels, either because it’s comfortable or just to make it a little bit more difficult.
It was during this mammoth horsie pull that I thought about various men throughout history. The farmer, goading on his ox. The Roman, riding gloriously behind his horse-drawn chariot. Even the ancient Japanese warlord, being carried around by other men as he relaxes in a palanquin. How did it get to the point where a 1-year-old can be in the position of power, while the grown man, earner, provider, dad, is the donkey?