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I don't like to be lost. We went to a local corn maze on Monday night for FHE with two other families from our neighborhood. At first, Mr. D had a great time leading the way with his light, deciding which way we should turn and where to go next. But, after several minutes, the charm wore off and he wanted to go back. I’d have happily obliged since all this traipsing around in the corn made me realize how irritating it is to not be able to see over stuff. In addition, a group of screaming tweeny girls had embarked on the maze. At each turn they got scared by one of their little boy friends jumping out from the corn. They would, all together, shriek and RUN, just like that herd of wildebeests in the Lion King that nearly killed Simba and then trampled his Dad. At this point I was a little fearful for my own cubs.

D: Mom, let’s turn around and go back.
Me: I’d love to, sweetie, but I’m not sure which way is back.
Girls (stampeding): Aughhhhhhhhhh!
D: I’m really nervous, Mom!

A strange boy, trench coat clad, decided to follow our little lost group, getting suspiciously close to my friend, Janna, and her two little girls. Then, Chad disappeared. I was carrying two kids, walking in circles, tripping over corn and growing frustrated with this family togetherness activity, minus the Daddy. Then, Mark’s phone rang. It was Chad. He’d found his way out and was going to talk us through the maze. Problem: we didn’t know where we were. Thankfully, we had the screaming girls as our ‘landmark.” Did I say I was THANKFUL for those girls?

Chad: Where are you from the screaming girls?
Mark: I think we are West of them. Oh, wait, (yelling) they just ran past us, er, over us.

So, we found our way out. What a relief to see the dimly-lit parking lot and to walk, quickly, away from trench coat boy.

Today we went on ANOTHER fall time adventure, to Pack’s Pumpkin Patch. It was day time. The hay maze was only 3 feet tall.



I’d rather to be found.

The Corn Maze Crew