Ryker and Emerson ran lickity-split through the pumpkin patch, turning over many pumpkins in search of just the right one. Ryker's pumpkin is tall, skinny, lumpy, awkward and green. As we were getting ready to load our picks on the hay wagon, Emerson yelled, "Look at this pumpkin Grandma! It's perfect!" And it was. Hers is short, round and perfectly orange. Funny how it wasn't nearly as challenging to find the perfect kitten to bring home with us. Too bad Daddy is such a grump when it comes to kittens. I wish I owned the Country Merc. It is so much fun and such a racket!


Andrea said...

So cute. But wait. Is Em eating that kitty?