…another day, another hayride.

This time, instead of heat and dust, we got cold and wind. Finally!

Perfect hayride weather. This time, we took “The Boys”, the plural name my family uses to refer to my two nephews and David as one group of gaggling 5/6 year olds.

There’s just nothing quite as exhilarating as sitting on a bail of hay and breathing in cow dung.

Or, getting lost in a three acre corn maze.

Did I mention the electric fence that has an itty bitty sign that said, “do not touch”?

A fun time was had by all, especially “The Boys”

…wait…. there’s four kids here…

That’s my kid brother, G. on the end. Well, he’s not really a kid anymore at the age of 37.

Yeah, he is.