Carefree fun

Today, we took the kids out to Dewberry Farm in Brookshire. This was a great trip. The website discusses how you can get back to life like your grandparents lived (which one must ask, are they talking about MY grandparents, or my kids' grandparents), and it was a nice day's trip. There was a corn maze that we managed to get about 100 feet into before we realized it was just too muddy for the kids to go gallivanting through. We got to play on a giant inflatable balloon/cushion. This was awesome, it was like one of those bouncy rooms that parents rent their kids for parties, but it was HUGE. I had to go on it to make sure the little boy didn't get hurt with all the other kids bouncing around. I even managed to enjoy it, a little.

There was a goat feeding area, a barn with a few barnyard animals the kids could gawk at, a little playground that we didn't go in, a rubber duck race, which used water pumps, so the kids had fun with that. There was a duck pond that the little boy managed to get into, a big roller slide, a haybale pit, which everyone loved, some swings on a pony ride carousel (I can't so much as describe it any more than that, look at the website), hayrides, a tractor ride, a corn cannon (yes!), flowers to cut, and a panning station, where you could pan for gems, arrowheads, etc.

The kids had a great time, even The Boy, who swore up and down he didn't want to go out there because "it's for babies." The wife even managed to stand in line for the better part of an hour for a big bag of kettle corn, that I think she's going to be nursing well into Thanksgiving season.

It was a lot of fun. I'm glad I thought of it. Me. All by myself. Without my wife's input, who I let sleep in while I got up at 5:45 this morning with the children, feeding them breakfast, discussing W. B. Yeats, debating the estate tax problem, and generally cavorting until 10:50 when she deemed the sun high enough to warrant her rise. I wouldn't lie about this.