There was a ladder leading up to a hay loft in the barn above the pig. P wanted to go up, and I obliged.
Once we were up, there was a rope swing in the back corner, some piles of hay, and a floor with holes. I made P stay very close to me, and fortunately once he had made his way over to the rope swing, he decided he didn't want to take a ride. He did want to sit on some hay so I could take his picture.
Then Daddy A came up to find us. He was markedly unimpressed with the condition of the loft. We came down, but to save face I may have acted like a barn with holes in the floor is totally safe for a small child. Even if it, ahem, isn't.
And we moved on to the goats.
On our way to the pick-your-own apples, we saw a vintage fire truck. The boys climbed around and turned knobs and what have you and had a great time.
I think they thought we were there to pick pumpkins, but we clarified.
P used knowledge he gathered on his field trip to explain how to properly pick apples. John looked for a good one to pick.
We had some trouble finding fresh apples, but Tiffany and John did pose in the orchard.
It may have been an apple festival, but the fire truck was the highlight of the boys' day!
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