Look out! Animal farm, here we come!

Being the progressive parents we are, we decided our Sunday outing, should be the ANIMAL FARM. No we have not lost it. Bravery is bound to get rewarded, sooner or later.

At the good news, Cody got so excited; he hurled himself down the stairs, to wait by the car. To his utter dismay, we had to call him back. “ Cody, you can’t arrive at the Flag Farm in you undies, you’ll scare the bunny’s.” Luckily, like most mothers, I have become adequately deft, at dressing a child on the move.
Kira, being 10 and almost a grownup was not impressed. “Mom, do you know how uncool it is to be seen at the animal farm at my age and anyway it makes me sneeze.”
Bribery always works well with kids, so she decided, reluctantly, to tag along.

After a fairly uneventful drive, we finally arrived at our much anticipated venue.
It being a public holiday, we were not alone. About 1.5 million other families had the same brilliant idea.

Now, Cody being autistic tends to have some issues with social networking, but is quite capable of pushing himself through a crowd of thousands to toss his oats at various farm animals.

It was quite evident though, that his heart was not in it. Not even his favorite lunch, pie, gravy and chips seemed to satisfy him. We soon discovered why. At the entrance he had spotted it. THE JUMPING CASTLE. My overprotecting motherly instincts went in to overdrive: What if Cody ended up at the bottom, with 70 kids jumping on his head. What if, what if, what if…… Silly, silly me. Cody was the one doing the jumping, and pushing the kids down the slide. “I’m helping the kids, mommy” he would yell. For 2 hours there was sliding, jumping and deep conversations with a boy in a spider man suit.

Eventually it was time to go. A tired, but satisfied boy managed to drag himself to the car, where the “obvious” question was, “So, Cody what did you like the most?” After couple of seconds silence came the answer. “The Horse.”

Take care and laugh a little.