Those who have heard the story of Brennon and California will get the title. Those who do not know, well that is a whole post on it's own. We or I should say I decided to take the kids to the Pumpkin Patch this year. I had this vision of my kids finding the perfect pumpkin and us all happy and leaving with good memories and a few pumpkins. For those who know Brennon you know he is a typical 1st born, very organised and neat. Never likes being dirty or things out of place. ( Since Lil B was born he hasn't been too happy with that aspect of our house. sorry Bren it will get better) He gets what we call the toys r us syndrome. Too many to decide. Well we stood in line to ride the wagon out to the fields and paid what was the equivalent to our car payment for pumpkins and boarded the wagon. The ride was fun and the kids had a great time. That is where the fun ended. We got out and looked up the mountain of pumpkins and we knew a melt down was going to occur sooner if not later. We walked and picked out Lil B's, helped Madi with hers and there was poor Brennon trying to pick out one. He looked at every one in that field before choosing with help and threats from Patrick. We were able to get some cute pictures and even a pumpkin or 3. We had fried pies, caramel apples and Bren had a hot dog- the boy is hungry all the time now. We then took our 3 pumpkins and walked the 3 miles back to our car carrying Braiden who grew tired of his stroller 2 hours ago and vowed the same thing we said last time we visited, that we were never coming back again.
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