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Halloween is sneaking up on us. Ok, more like rush at us like a freight train.  Well, maybe not that fast.  Whatever.  It’s coming.

This was our last weekend to have the kids before the big wear-funky-clothes-and-go-door-to-door-begging-for-candy-from-strangers night.  We spend months if not years teaching our children ‘don’t take candy from strangers’ and then one night a year we dress them up and send them out to do exactly what we’ve taught them not to do.

The kids won’t be with us this year, and since it was cold and wet and raining and the weekend before Halloween we thought it was the perfect day to take them to the pumpkin patch because we’re good parents like that.

There happen to be a corn maze there. Of course that’s where the kids wanted to go. Pumpkins? What pumpkins?

Don’t you want pumpkins for Halloween?

Yeah, sure whatever. Can we go in the corn maze?

ADD much?

We let them go to the corn maze.  We sent a 14-year-old boy, followed by his 12, 10, and 7-year-old sisters.  The male had the map.

Three guesses as to what happened?

They got lost.

In a 10 acre corn maze.

In the cold damp weather.

Did I mention it was raining?

Did I mention there was mud?  A lot of it.

They found every bit of it.

They didn’t however find their way of the maze.

Over an hour later, Brian asked for a map and went in to find them.  It wasn’t hard if you followed the map, watched the checkpoints and listened for them. (They are LOUD with a capital L-O-U-D)

Brian came out of the maze followed by three cold wet very muddy children who were bubbling over with tales of their adventure. They would have stayed another hour if we let them. They probably wouldn’t have found their way out be then either.

Where was the map?

Funny you should ask.

It was in Scooter’s pocket, because ‘it was getting wet’ besides he’s a boy, and we all know men don’t read maps.

We got them all in the car, and headed home to a hot home cooked meal. When from the back seat we hear…

“But I didn’t get my pumpkin!’