For Proprietary reasons, I cannot go into detail about what we did today but it involved this:
These two hoodlums came along for the ride. They only had to pee once the entire 5 hours we were outside. Not too shabby.
There were a lot of people standing around. (Seemed like an awful lot of people doing nothing if you ask me).
And these hoodlums found joy in rolling down the hill. By hill, I mean slight grade to the park road. I'd be lying if the crew didn't find those kids entertaining. And I got the best birthday present ever when several of the crew told me that I had the most well behaved children. I did have to look around a few times to see if the person was addressing me. No, I did not drug them or bribe them either. I may have threatened to phone Santa and tell him to give their presents to some other little kids if they didn't put forth their best behavior, but I didn't drug or bribe them. Psychological intimidation is a lost art.
The guy in the black coat is a big -time director. At least to us. He was super nice and talked to Erik the whole day. I kind of got the feeling that all the while he was asking us about the farm and what we do, he was kind of panicking in the back of his mind that we were crazy FARM people and he wondered what we were truly capable of. The guy in the tan coat - owned the production company, I think. He's totally bald under that hat. I don't know why I pictured him as having a head of dark brown, curly hair that has been cut so that it doesn't look curly, but you can tell by the texture it's curly. Totally surprised when we got to lunch and saw him take off his hat. He has four kids too and is expecting a grandchild in January. His youngest is 21. I swear the guy didn't look old enough to have kids much older than ours. He was super nice and so pleasant about us hanging around and the hoodlums rolling all over the place.
These hoodlums continue to goof off . . .
"Maggie." (she looks up in the sky) "Maggie May" (she looks across the lawn at the playground) . . . . "MARGARET MAY! THEY ARE TALKING TO YOU!" (Turns and looks at me with a DUH face)
Another fine parenting moment.
In the meantime, my disclaimer: No children or animals were harmed in the writing of this blog post . . . Yet.