Orange Lump Acquisition

Every year I trek to a pumpkin patch to partake in the annual orange lump adoption ritual. I adore pumpkins and their bright leathery orange skins, but didn't make it out last year as I was waddling around with my own pumpkin, so to speak.

This year we made it at last! And while we saw mostly sad, questionable and rotten pumpkins we sure had a fun family outing.

There's nothing quite like a red barn for a photo op:

Every promising-looking pumpkin turned out to have a rotten spot on it somewhere.

I think this one requires a caption:

Naomi: "Do I need to reapply my lip gloss?"

Toddler: "Hey, can someone please turn down that weally bwight light? kthxbye."

Finally, and after much searching, we found our pumpkin. Our son picked it out and we paid the 50 cents and made our way home.

"Which one, son?"

"Dis one, dad!"