Over the weekend, my cousin and I took my children to see Holiday Lights on the Farm at Schaefer Farms in Flemington, NJ. (If you are NJ local, check out my new Family Fun pages.) I began the night by showing my children pictures of the farm light show on the computer. The vote was unanimous, they wanted to go see it live.
We piled into the car, picked up my cousin and headed to the farm. As we drove down the county road in the pitch black night, we began to see lights on my daughter Giuliana’s side of the car. The children began to pipe up and chirp excitedly about the bright lights displays off in the dark.
From the street we saw huge light structures in wonderfully festive colors. I pulled the minivan in, and followed the arrow. The woman at the ticket booth informed us that a 15 car pay it forward chain was underway, so we paid it forward as well.
We traveled the winding route, seeing lights of all kinds. Some simulated motion, some familiar characters–all fun. I am not sure that I would have enjoyed it as much on my own, but the combined enthusiasm of my children and cousin was contagious.
At the end, we parked at the viewing site and watched the synchronized light show out in the field below.
The car next to us had its sunroof open and two children were peeking out. Charlie and Giuliana saw this, and immediately wanted the same. I slid the sunroof open and moments later, both children were unbuckled and popping their heads out the sunroof giggling.
Eventually the fun ended when my son announced he had to use the potty. Sunroof was closed, kids returned to car seats and we were off. Apparently, for Giuliana, the fun ended too early, because as we headed to our next destination, she insisted that I open the sunroof so she could keep “peeking out.”
“We can’t peek out when I’m driving,” I replied.
“But Daddy lets me peek out,” she replied.
“When he’s driving?” I asked, knowing full well that my husband does nothing of the sort.
“Yes,” she insisted….for what was probably only a few minutes, but it felt like an eternity. And I’m not sure whether I should be impressed or frightened by her creativity.