The trouble began when we were getting dressed this morning. Well, let's back up. Sam doesn't wear long pants. Ever. It can be 45 degrees and raining out and he'll still insist on shorts. Generally, I opt out of this battle and he wears shorts. If the child wants to freeze, let him freeze. I have bigger fish to fry so to speak. But since we were going on a hay ride, Dad and I thought it best for Sam to wear long pants. Hay gets kind itchy, you know?? So I thought Sam was fully prepared for this as Dad and I both talked to him about this last night. Nope, still had a fight this morning. He wanted to wear shorts pants and bring long pants with him just in case the hay was itchy. It went round and round until I played bad Mommy and threatened to not take him. I won, Sam wore pants. But he did complain rather exasperatedly how hot he was in his long pants for the entire car ride there.
I did, however, claim a small victory when one of the other Moms who was wearing shorts (apparently she's never been on a hayride) did say how uncomfortable she was, and how much her legs were itching. This little victory was very short lived when Sam announced (in that loud voice only a 3 year old can manage) that "that silly lady shoulda worn long pants 'cause hay is really itchy for people but not for animals 'cause animals like to lay on hay it doesn't itch them 'cause they have fur all over thems bodies and that lady doesn't have fur all over her body so people haft wear long pants on hayrides. . . LADY! LADY! YOU SHOULD WEAR LONG PANTS (at this point I clamped my hand firmly over his little mouth, swung him around and enthusiastically pointed out the pumpkins in the pumpkin patch)
So we had a pretty good time, went on the "haunted" hay ride (Daddy will be very proud that Sam identified the scare crow with the Darth Maul mask by name and movie), we got to pick pumpkins, bought some gourds to add to our Halloween "directions" as Sam calls them, played on the playground, had cookies and apple cider, and petted all the farm animals.
Just a note, here are some things you should hope NEVER to have to say (or hear) while in the presence of farm animals:
"Look, Sam is kissing the baby goat. How cute!"
"Sam. . . Sam. . . SAM!! Stop letting the baby goat lick your mouth!"
"But WHY did you let the goat eat your shirt?"
"Yes, I can see the hole in it."
"Boys and girls, please don't pick the corn up off the ground and eat it. It's only for the animals."
SPLASH! (this one is only trouble if you happen to be looking for bull frogs in the pond at the time)
"Yes, I agree, that MUST be a boy horse. (Ever seen horse genitalia??)
"But WHY did you let the goat eat my bag?"
"Yes, I can SEE the hole in it."
"No, that's probably NOT the same turkey we are going to eat on Thanksgiving."
"Take the hay out of your nose."
"Oh look, the piggie had to go potty."
"No, I don't know why the bunny went into his house."(although it may have had SOMETHING to do with that little boy who poked him with a stick. . .)
(While standing next to the pig pen) "I guess maybe Charlotte is sleeping. . ."
"Can we get a duck??"
"But WHY did you let the goat eat your jacket?"
"Yes, I can see the hole in it."
All in all, a very fun morning, even though it is still 77 degrees in mid-October. . . . .
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