We recently took a trip to the pumpkin patch where the M and her cousin got to feed some goats and everyone got to pick the perfect pumpkins. It seems M picked the smallest pumpkin in the field. No matter how many we showed her, they were "too big". She was thrilled when she found her pumpkin, which is about the size of a softball.
Daddy on the other hand picked out TWO pumpkins, each weighing 40+ pounds!
I wanted to try out a new pumpkin patch this year, just to see what else is out there, etc. but daddy veto'd my idea, saying we have gone to this particular pumpkin patch since M has been born and it's now a tradition that can't be broken... lol.
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