At the Farm

The Kindie field trip went well.  We went to Miller's Farm way up north (I'm sure it was somewhere near here).  The bus ride felt like an eternity, but the weather was kind and it felt much more like Fall.  Thank heavens.

On the bus ride there, I had a seat to myself.  Nice and roomy.

We hopped on the tractor, which took us from one field to another where we stopped to harvest.

We passed the other tractor carrying half of the kindies from the school... it had broken down.  It must be my lucky day, because that would usually happen to the tractor pulling me.  Just look at those dejected faces.

Potty break, anyone?

After the corn-picking stop, we were all back on the trailer ready to go when a dad-chaperone came and said he was missing Mark, a kindie in his care.  He and 3 other dad-chaperones, Mark's teacher, and the wife of the dad-chaperone that had misplaced the kindie, went into the corn field to look.

Do these people look worried? 

Of course, while we were waiting for someone to find the lost boy, the sun came out and it warmed up.  Maybe even to the extent of being hot.  (If you notice the pictures at the beginning of the trip, you can see how the sky went from being gray and overcast, to blue and sunny.)  But I can't complain.  It could have been 80+ degrees.  And it wasn't.  Of course, after about 20 minutes, Mark the Missing became Mark the Found.  But then we had to round up all those adults out there looking.  This little delay made for an extremely brief lunch and play time before we had to be back on the bus for the 1 hour, 15 minute ride back to school.

On the way back I wasn't so lucky to have a seat to myself.  Instead I shared it with two little girls that kept bumping me, making it very difficult to text.  I gave them my best stern, I'm-an-adult-so-you-need-to-listen-to-me look, and reminded them of the Kindergarten mantra of "seat-to-seat, back-to-back."  It worked for a whole minute before they were back at it again.  I tried to teach the children surrounding me how to play Rock, Paper, Scissors... you know, to keep them occupied on that long ride (= less hitting, touching, pinching, standing, tattling, whining, complaining, and talking to me).  My attempts were futile.  They just couldn't grasp the concept of deciding what to do before the count of three.

In all, it was good.  Tyler, the kindie in my care did not get lost.  He was able to ride the bus for the first time.  He harvested a boatload of veggies.  He enjoyed the ride back to the school sitting between two girls (which, by the way, required far less supervision than on the way there between two boys).  I'll call it a success.