Since my son was a year old, every Halloween season we venture about an hour north and visit the Pumpkin Patch. A necessary ritual for my scrapbook and a nice day in great fall weather. The day usually involves-
1) My having to pick out symbiotic clothing for all of us to wear
2) The uncountable times my daughter will ask, When will we be there?
3) Riding the hay wagon being pulled by the exhaust spewing tractor out to the pumpkin field
4) The staging of my "spontaneous" pics of my kiddos looking for and find the perfect future Jack-O-Lantern
5) Us waiting for dear old Dad to carry our prizes to the car
6) Eating some good old Beans, Greens and Cornbread while the kids chow on that ever elusive
Chicken fingers and Fries
7) 30 minutes playing in the Inflatable Playground, the Petting Zoo and the Horse Ride
8) The ride back home with again the question "When will we be home?" reverberating in the air.
This year we had the added excitement of
9) Stopping for cokes on the way home and realizing my daughter was missing a shoe.
You ask, how does one lose a shoe between getting in a car and closing the door and driving off?We have yet to figure that out.
But, since it was her nice and not cheap Gold Mary Jane Croc with the personally meaningful collection of Jibbitz, we returned to the Pumpkin Patch to find it.
10) Looking under parked cars for the missing shoe was fun. (I found It)
11) The now quite drive home with daughter sniffling and Dad fuming and Mom sighing.
Which now has lead to the asking of our daughter each time we get in the car-
DO YOU HAVE BOTH SHOES????????????????????