When I was a kid, I remember frequently enjoying a ride on my dad's foot. Now, my kids enjoy it, too. This is a bit ridiculous, though:
I can eventually trudge over to a doorway, and hang on to the jamb while I swing my legs (and their passengers!) to a little tune I made up:
Swing Fiona, back and forth!
Swing Fiona, drop her on the floorth!
Swing Fiona, to and fro!
Swing Fiona, don't let go!
Swing Fiona, up and down!
Swing Fiona, drop her on the ground!
The kids rarely make it through all three verses before they're lying on the ground, laughing their heads off.
Walk? Who needs to walk?