Daddy took this cool picture of me when we were killing time waiting for our ride out to the pumpkin patch.
They had more than pumpkins in the store.
Finally we got on the wagon. It was pulled by a tractor. I was thrilled to be going on the ride!
Mama showing me how to get the dirt off my hands in the pumpkin patch.
Mom and Dad picking their pumpkin. Boring...I'm off to find my own!
This might be a good one.
Mommy picked it up and after inspecting it more closely, I decided this was the one for me.
Daddy holding his pumpkin.
I found another good one!
Grandma and I hunting for a pumpkin for her.
We both spotted a good one at the same time. Of course, we went with my choice.
Me running through the patch.
This isn't the one we rode one (our tractor was yellow), but it gives you an idea of how we got to and from the patch.
When I saw the tractor coming I tried to pull Daddy towards it.
Unfortunately it was too full for all of us to ride on, so we had to wait for the next one. I threw a fit and cried the whole 15 or so minutes until the next one came along. Once I got aboard, I was happy as a clam. Here's me crying. Til next time...
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