Up there. If you think, you're dead.

Today I took the kids to the Anderson Farms Pumpkin Patch/ Corn Maze Extravaganza. The girls more than enjoyed themselves:

• hay bale maze
• pumpkin playground
• petting zoo
• tractor ride
• train ride
• peddle carts
• corn maze

good times....until the corn maze. I was in the rear with the slower 3 yr olds while my friend managed the older lot. I glanced over at Morgan and she was clenching her cheeks and had the ultimate oops-I'm-gonna (crap my pants). I asked (more to confirm), "Morgan, what's wrong?"

"I'm gonna poo it." Shear desperation. We're deep in a maze.

So I did what any good mother would do. I grabbed her and dove off the path into the corn, dropped her pants and squatted her into position. She let it fly. I wiped her with dry husks, covered her fertilizer in dead corn and husks and walked away.

Sure some of you may judge my decision. I have no regrets. You weren't there. Sometimes there are casualties in potty training.