Sunday blessed us with a fun Papa and T date with animals and witches at a pumpkin farm.
On this beautiful autumn morning, T and I went on a morning drive, 45 minutes out of the city, to Knox Family Farm in Clarington.
Along with Christmas and birthdays, Halloween is one of T’s favourite times of the year.
We make an event out of pumpkin picking, costume selection and of course, the big day itself.
We kept it low profile last fall due to the pandemic. This year, as things open up, we ventured out for our family tradition.
We arrived at 11. The crowd was still bearable. Our first stop was to see the barn animals.
T spotted chickens and turkeys in the field, awed the pigs, goats and lambs, and was intimidated by the tall horses.
Going out with T requires lots of prep talks, transition warnings and proactive redirection.
I used the intrigue of visiting “Witches’ Lair” as an incentive for him to take a pee break.
T is at that fun age where he is into scary stuff. We’re still years away from watching slasher films together and I can’t wait for that age!
For now, a haunted house will do. Our T wasn’t scared but he enjoyed it!
We then walked around the farm grounds.
We were blessed with a beautiful day. Fall colours were near peak and it was soul-soothing to walk side by side with T in silence.
He found fake tombstones along the way. I tried to make a scary deal out of them but he said with bemusement, “They’re not real!”
Next stop: We checked out a corn maze. Naturally, T zipped ahead of me and I lost him for a few minutes – and boy, did I enjoy those few minutes of solitude!
The highlight of our visit was T going on his first pony ride.
At first, he was quite anxious and wavered between wanting to go and not. Eventually, I told him he could pick whichever one he wanted to ride: whether it’s a small pony or an adult horse.
He chose the tiniest pony in the bunch. And it was beyond adorable.
We ended our visit by picking the pumpkin.
I let T pick whichever two pumpkins he wanted and he did a great job.
For having a super morning of following instructions, I let T pick a snack of his choice from the snack tent. As expected, he chose a bag of kettled popcorn.
The hubby had stayed home – and got four hours free to himself (you’re welcome, dear!). T and I came home to a tidy house (thank you, dear!).
So it was a win-win Sunday for all of us!