Hello, Chicken!
Corn maze! 85 degrees in the corn maze, but: corn maze!
Rory is alone in the picture because the last time we went to this farm, I apologized to one of the people who works here after overhearing him tell her not to touch something, and he came over to me, and I said I’m really very sorry, again, and added that if he had one thing on the whole farm that she shouldn’t touch and he hid it under his bed she would find it, and then he said that this was in fact the fourth or fifth time he’d told her (I’d been paying for the berries we picked).
Which wasn’t a good thing.
And so on this visit (a week later) Rory was the only child who could not go into the corn maze without a grown-up. Wyatt went with Sam. Lily went with her friends. Rory was stuck with me.
I’d say she’ll listen next time, but I’d be lying. She’ll grow out of it!
I feel your pain! My 5yo is a toucher and an accoster of anyone who will listen to him jabber at the supermarket. Some people genuinely enjoy him, and others look at me like I’m out of my mind. I’ve spoken to him about stranger danger, but he loves people, and loves talking to them, and I find his confidence refreshing. Why would I want to mash that characteristic? I sure as hell don’t want him to be like his father, who is suspicious of everyone on the planet.