Dixie Corn Maze

Wednesday we went to Dixie Corn Maze. We’d planned to go a couple weeks ago, but, you know. Things happen. We should have gone then, because they were all out of pumpkins this week. I was looking forward to carving a couple more since our first one was mush in three days, but I’ll get over it.

As we drove by to get to the entrance, Abby saw the gigantic bouncy thing and started hollering about kids jumping. When we got in, that was our first stop.

She didn’t want to jump alone, so I went up with her.

Next we stopped at the water pumps where you could race plastic ducks.

That’s the ‘I GOT IT!!!’ face. We see it a lot, and mostly, well, she does got it. Such a big girl!

The greatest idea they had: $1 all you can ride pony rides. Abby had six total, thank you.

My personal favorite was the corn bin.

Does anybody else get face lickings as often as I do?

Dad put Abby on the cow train for a couple of laps.

And Uncle Thomas caught a chicken to pet.

There was also a zinnia garden, full of bees and butterflies.

We didn’t go in the actual corn maze. By the time we did everything else, it was way past naptime. Even so, we had a blast.

Of course, I was again bombarded with the pony request. Ian didn’t get a pony as a child because his brother already had a pony. When I tried to suggest that’s why Abby couldn’t have one, I was informed that we could have four or five tied to the porch so that all of our kids could have their own. Maybe I should just close my eyes, put my fingers in my ears, and sing every time the word ‘pony’ is mentioned. That works, right?

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