We went to pumpkin patch today. I say it's called "punk-in patch". Mommy's trying to correct me saying it's called a pumpkin patch. Nah, I say I'm right.
See that fake smile? The I'd-rather-not-be-sitting-here-oh-look-there's-a-pony-over-there-I-need-to-see-it-right-now smile?
Here's another one. The I'd-rather-be-checking-out-the-Spiderman-bouncehouse smile.
After chasing me around and asking me which ones we should get (they all look the same to me), we finally chose a daddy punkin, a mommy punkin, and a baby punkin. Oh and we got two wittle baby ones for Charlie. Then I helped daddy pull the wagon. These are heavy punkins.