The other day, it being Halloween, I got her to agree to visit a corn maze. I have no knowledge of, or any particular interest in, corn mazes. I’ve been lost in plenty of corn fields. Paying $12 to get lost in one that had been mowed into a pattern that can only be seen from the air, such as a flower or a raven (mascot of the Baltimore football team), seemed to me like a fantastic waste of resources. But if Emma was up for it, it was a bargain.