Garrett attends an awesome preschool that I absolutely love. When I was asked to go on a field trip with the 4 year olds, I quickly said yes! My assignment was to ride along with another mom to help keep the kids in order. No problem, right?
We made the 25 minute drive to the pumpkin patch in Flower Mound. There was quite a bit of squealing from the backseat, but completely manageable. Unfortunately, when we arrived at the Patch, it was CLOSED due to the mud from all of the rain. The chaos quickly began. Garrett's teacher quickly sent us over to the next pumpkin patch which was also CLOSED! Well, let the madness begin. Brody (who's mom is driving the car), quickly verbalized his outrage by this with words I did not know that 4 year olds knew. I know my eyes about popped out of my head and his mom calmly said, "Now Brody, we don't say potty words like that". (That will teach him, lol) Garrett (who frequently gets car sick) started his normal ques of about release his partially digested food was quickly given a "barf bag" as he prefers to call it and was asking if we could please just go home.
About 30 minutes later, from the Texaco parking lot, Mrs. Corral found a place we could go where the kids could get a pumpkin. This was another 30 minute drive. The next 30 minutes were filled with me hearing: "Brody keeps saying potty words", "Can we please just go home", "I need to go to the bathroom", and my very favorite, "I think I'm going to throw up". The new patch had no bathrooms and thankfully the very nice gentleman from "Metro PCS" was sweet enough to let 13 four year olds use the bathroom in the back of the store. One very sweet mom was passing out Tylenol to all of the moms which we took with our children's juice boxes.
The kids were exhausted by the end of the day and were happy to get their pumpkins. I am now aware of where Garrett is hearing his new "potty words" and Jason was right when he said, "he didn't get that from me"!