William George's 4K class went to the pumpkin patch earlier this week. After arriving by bus, the class rode ponies, enjoyed a train ride, went to the petting zoo, and then went to the inflatables. Our recurrent bounce house issues have traumatized him rather effectively, and he now refuses to participate. I was explaining some of our issues to fellow parents when George heard a scream in the distance and spun around -- alarmed -- to see what was wrong.
"Did you see that? He's really concerned!"
Yes, well, we have done a fine job of creating a safe environment. After the harrowing inflatables, we took the hay ride to the pumpkin patch, and George demonstrated a very typical male shopping pattern by walking up to the very first pumpkin he saw, picking it up, and being finished with the selection process. We need a pumpkin? Problem solved... here's a pumpkin. When I explained that we don't always pick the first one we say, he agreed and selected the second one he saw. We compromised, and he picked up the third one to bring home. Much like his sisters, his favorite activity was playing in the hay, and he was soon joined by his friends, all of whom had been delayed by prolonged pumpkin shopping.
After the hay ride back, we had lunch, and headed home. On the way to the car, George said, "I had so much fun with you, Mommy." We had a great day.
Past pumpkin patch experiences 2012, 2011, 2011, 2010, 2009, 2008.
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