Christian also loves pumpkins, and even though he was super excited about the idea of the pumpkin patch, once we were standing in the middle of the field he pretty much freaked out. I don't know why? It's not like the pumpkins were unusually large or trying to attack him or anything. They were just sitting there, being all orange and cute.
|clinging to Daddy in terror while sis is blissfully happy|
So we went to the little play area where I got scolded by a guy for standing on a tower of straw bales because apparently they're only for sitting on (and I wouldn't want to be a bad example for the oh, no other people who were there at 9 A.M. on a Monday morning). Finally after riding a horse thing and watching Daphne peek through pumpkin cutouts Christian was ready to be unafraid of the pumpkin field.
If tiny pumpkins were this frightening I'm nervous on how he's going to handle the Christmas tree farm. Who's raising this little scaredy-cat anyways?
|contemplating the horror that is a field of pumpkins|
|a pumpkin snowman, and never afraid of anything|