And this is how magical pulling into the farm was for him:
We started off with a papermaking class, which I thought would be so fun. He was annoyed. He wanted to see cows. He participated minimally, before needing to inspect the posters on cow breeds.
Not sure if this is her thing or not, but she didn't mind being dragged along, so it seemed.
He was enthralled with the milking. I think the farmers thought that we were the family who just wouldn't leave. Which we were, obviously.