Sunday was our annual pilgrimage to the pumpkin patch for Halloween decorations, and as always, Dad made jokes about our heads being pumpkins and trying to pick them. Very funny.
Emma wanted to pick this pumpkin, but Mom said it wouldn't fit in the house.
We almost got lost in the corn maze, but luckily Jonathan used his Cub Scout skills to navigate a way out.
Finally, the perfect one. Now somebody come carry it for me.
This was a pretty bumpy ride, but it got the job done.
(Yeah, he really did carry that one back to the wagon.)
Can you imagine the size of the pumpkin they're picking if they have a wagon that big?
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