Sunday afternoon was spent searching for the perfect pumpkin:
And we found it, well three of them (one for each of us). Picture quality is not the greatest here as it started drizzling right when we got in the car to go. We got these at a local farm, Fred's Farm to be exact. Funny, Justin worked there as a boy picking strawberries. Connor thought that was pretty neat - "I got my pumpkin at the pumpkin patch where Daddy used to work." He says it as though that makes his pumpkin extra special. I think he is right.
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I can see that you picked the best pumpkin, Connor, and hope that you gave him a happy face! Have a good time Trick or Treating!
Love you,
Great Granny
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