Sunday, we took Kael back to Anderson Farms, so that he could play with his buddy Max, and his friend Debbie, since they weren’t able to go the weekend we originally went.. this time around, Kael decided to ride on the ‘tractor train’.. which, I’ve discovered is some sort of code word for parent torture…

See… here’s how it works.. you take a small tractor (like what you’d use to mow the grass, not one of the big “plow the field” type tractors) and rig up a ‘train’ behind it using 40 gallon plastic drums..

See.. so far.. doesn’t sound horrible right?

Then, you cut a hole in the side of the drum (you have them laying on their sides as train cars)…only.. you make sure that this hole is sized for people 3 feet tall and less..

Then.. you get kids to ride your contraption.. and get them to force their parents to squeeze in through this hole… and proceed to get stuck in very awkward angles.. and then hauled around the farm hitting every possible bump… all leading to an assortment of bumps, bruises, scrapes, aches, pains…

and then you get the kids to do it again, and again, and again… I’m telling you.. by end of ride three.. if I had known any top secret information.. and someone had offered me a padded seat.. I’d have told ’em everything I knew…

But… Kael had a blast… so.. I suppose it was worth it…