My parenting skills and style leave nothing to be desired. Unless you have a conscience and high standards, that is. But whatever.
My kids really wanted to go to the corn maze which sounds quite harmless except that what companies have done to corn mazes is what commercialism has done to Christmas. I knew it would be an exhausting endeavor. Still, I found a deal, dug up coupons and realized I really needed an extra 5 or 6 year old for babysitting purposes. I called my sister and begged her to give up her son to me on a Saturday afternoon. Done.
So with the kids in the van I drove over to pick up the cousin who, unfortunately, had just had a fight with his brother and was sulking. He didn't want to go. That simply was not an option. I needed him, sulking and all. His dad tried to brush me off. Fortunately, his mother, my sister, shares my parenting style and she drove up just in time. She picked up her son, pushed him into the van, closed the door and I locked it and drove away.
Because we're good like that.
One minute later she called to tell me that her husband disagreed with our style and I should bring the child home. I told her no and if Chad really wanted him, he'd have to find me. Call it Tough Love or call it Lazy Parenting but I know I'm not nearly as fun as a cousin. Chad couldn't track me down so I got to keep Caleb.
Once at the corn maze, I realized the daunting task at hand. I handed the older two a go-phone (the 5th one this year) with the strictest of orders to never lost sight of each other, handed them $20 and told them to eat and see you in three hours when we check in. Bye.
Overall, a really good time. Caleb had a good time despite the way the women in his life ganged up on him.