We took Twister to the pumpkin patch to pick up a pumpkin. And we showed great restraint and did only pick up one pumpkin, although we may have to go again.
He thought this one looked pretty good, but it was too heavy.
Of course he had to brush off his hands.
This one was light enough, although a little weird shaped.
But it got to heavy to take to the wagon.
After he put it down and brushed off his hands, he found one that was just right, perfect shape, and he could even carry it with one hand.
A boy and his pumpkin, the perfect pair.
Until he saw the straw fort. Just look at that face, I know it looks like he’s pleading to go play in the fort, and maybe he is, since I called his name to get him to look.
He found me!
I found him. I think he looks like he’s in a nest. And he was getting tired.
Good thing we took him when we did, it has just been raining since.