This weekend we took Ace and his cousin Olivia to Circle S Farms. You enter through a pathway with corn stalk walls and are greeted by a couple teen age girls who collect your money, and then you proceed to some cool farm-like activities for kids to do.
They had live animals, goats and chickens, for the kids to look at. They had a playground made of straw bails where kids could climb and slide down. They had tractors and bug pumpkins to look at and sit on, and also a hay ride that took you out to pick your very own pumpkin!!
And then they had the scare crow maze. It was a maze made from straw bails that was designed, I’m pretty sure, for torturing parents. The maze was about 3 ft tall and it had a wood slat fence on the top. So, it was tall enough where kids could run wild inside there, but parents were stuck crawling, duck walking, waddling, or whatever form of propulsion they could come up with while hunched over…
Ace wouldn’t go in the maze, so I took his cousin Olivia inside. There she goes at a full sprint around the first corner. I had lost her in the first 20 seconds.
So I keep wallering through this parent torture device. I was moving as fast as I could trying to find Olivia because I just knew at some point she would get scared and want out, but wouldn’t be able to find her way. I speedily rounded one corner and was greeted by something that I had least expected to find…
CRACK! and lots of it!
There was a Mom crawling in front of me wearing low rise jeans…that were riding, well, WAY TOO LOW! I swore I stopped fast enough for my hands and knees to make a screeching sound in the loose straw!
I stopped inches away from taking a face plant into the recently discovered revene…but far enough away to not smell the flowers. 😀
I was startled, to say the least, and couldn’t help but watch as the landscape I had almost became intimately familiar with bounced it’s way around the next corner.
I put myself back together, gathered my senses, and continued my way through the parent trap to eventually find Olivia waiting for me outside…ready to move on to the next “attraction”.
And now I know why the say, “Crack Is Whack!”
And to help you remove the image of my face inches away from a three quarter exposed bum…I’ll leave you with a few pics from the crack free portion of our day at Circle S Farms…