Not sure how to describe the pumpkin patch. Chuck sang Old McDonald the whole way there. We got there and he cried the entire hayride and refused to pick out a pumpkin (maybe because he was busy crying). We finally stopped crying once "Old McDonald" gave us free food to feed the goats.
I think it was one of those moments mothers have A LOT. Where you sacrifice and do something for your child because you think it will make them so happy and it really just blows up in your face and makes you want to run and hide in your car just for some sanity.
I did get a few pictures. We were definitely in the back roads of Texas. There is a picture of a noncompliant 2 year old in the middle of a pumpkin patch, a somewhat happier two year old sitting on a tractor, and of course a picture feeding the goats and pigs.
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