That is, until we drove into the dusty dirt parking lot and Mikey cried out, “Hey! I remember this place!” Then it was all smiles and cheer. Oh they of little faith.
This is the place he remembered.
This magical place of tractor rides.
Hay bales to frolic upon.
He specializes in frolicking.
Corn maze.
Where this always happens.
And this year, the littles felt brave enough to scamper off, too.
But not for too long.
Cuz Daddy has a way of making everything funner and sillier.
And pumpkins, of course!
If you can carry it, you can have it.
He fell in love with this pumpkin and decided this was the one for him. Forever.
Until he discovered this green one and then the little orange one was history.
Posing with her little brother and his green pumpkin.
Lifting her little brother and his green pumpkin.
I love you, green pumpkin. (He carried that thing with him the rest of the day and everywhere for two days after that.)
Checking to see how tall this fall.
“Am I big as the wheel, Mommy?”
Found her a winner.
Found him a wheelbarrow full of PUNKins. Must’ve been heavy from the look of him.
Good times at the pumpkin farm once again this year.
Now maybe they won’t be as skeptical the next time we spring a surprise on ’em. Or, maybe not since once upon a time we previously surprised them with a trip to go get flu shots. So maybe they have a point, too.
