I can’t take him anywhere

Yesterday, we took a homeschool community field trip to a nearby pumpkin patch.

Unfortunately, due to impending rain, the tractor ride to the pumpkin patch was cancelled, which allowed us additional time for the on-site extra festivities such as giant pipe rollers, playground, rock box, baby animals, and a corn maze.

Side note: I don’t do corn mazes. I found myself punching through the walls of a corn maze like the hulk the last time I attempted to enjoy this autumn past time.

So, while we’re hanging outside, Brent and Sprite decide to conquer the corn maze.

Off they go, and I happily stay and tend to the other children.

I discovered at this time, I forgot my phone in the van.

After what feels like a long time, and having no way to check on them, I begin scanning the grounds.

After a few minutes, I finally see Sprite coming out of the corn maze with some of her friends.

But, I don’t see Brent.

A few minutes later he strolls out.

Perfect.

We play a little while longer then begin our short trek back to the van.

Upon arriving, I notice my phone and pick it up.

57 MISSED MESSAGES.

57!

All from Brent!

Who was with me the entire time!

What the heck happened?

Well, like I said, I cant take him anywhere.

The 57 messages he sent me over a 45 minute period of time explain this truth.

He can just be ridiculous sometimes.

I can just picture his smirk as he typed knowing I’d come upon them later.

This isn’t the first time either.

He just had a leg up on me because my phone wasn’t nearby to interrupt the insanity.

His only regret: not taking a Blair witch style selfie video running through the maze.

I guarantee you next year he will produce one.