The Punisher

Fair warning: if you proceed past this point, there’s no one to bale you out, there’s corny comments ahead.

As is our habit over the past few years, last weekend we made our annual visit to Steed’s Dairy Farm. We made the mistake of telling Harper we were going early in the week, so that’s all she could focus on heading into the day.

It’s a real working dairy, but from late September to the middle of November it becomes a kid’s wonderland of activities. There are animals to see and pet, games, slides, a five-acre corn maze  and much more.

Quite a difference a year makes. The last visit, the temperature was in the 90s and overbearingly hot; this year we were treated to actual fall weather.

Harper had been talking about the trampoline, so after a quick stop to check out some animals, we bounced over to that. The long yellow tube-like trampoline was filled with kids, but Harper and Connor were able to jump into action.

Harper wanted to see the animals again, so off she and Melanie went while Connor and I hurried to the zip line. After that he wanted to practice being a cowboy, so he steered me over to the lasso area. Yes, he roped me into it. 

Back together for lunch, I got an idea. “How about the corn maze,” I inquired huskily. Neither were interested and they went their separate ways again.

Harper popped over to the kernel pit and had fun burying herself in them, much like playing with sand at the beach. She then hit the huge sand mound attraction and spent time going back and forth through it at the access at the bottom. Or as I like to call it, the Harper Tunnel Syndrome.

And at the end, Harper said what every father wants to hear, “Daddy, I had fun.”

Aw shucks.