That doesn’t make me old, does it? Nah, I didn’t think so…I don’t feel old!
For Stewb’s 13th birthday, we went off to Biringer Farm’s Corn Maze. This one was great – it had an actual assignment (several stations scattered throughout the maze with different shaped hole punches with which you mark a card they give you). Really good for those of us who thrive on a mission. I slipped right into Lieutenant Colonel mode (as my Dad calls it when I get a trifle bossy) and off we adults went, maps firmly in hand, dragging our post-op patient along behind (my step-father had surgery a few days before, but was up for a little adventure anyway).
The kids, on the other hand, decided that the fun of a corn maze is getting lost. Stewbie and Nity raced off on their own, ran around until they were lost, then proceeded to find their way out. I think it was sheer luck that we ever saw them again… Apparently, all of my stern Search & Rescue Mom lectures have been lost on them (compasses, maps, they’ve got all the training, I swear…).