Pumpkin patch

Picture a warm fall day with a crisp breeze. We stroll lazily along the pumpkin patch looking for the perfect pumpkin. I stop and admire all the Halloween accoutrements hanging on various displays, pointing out which ones would be a great addition to our home decorations. A bluegrass band is playing in the courtyard and we walk over to hang out and talk to the local town folk. After a while, we pick out perfect photo opportunities for Sophia's first trip to the pumpkin patch. The afternoon ends with a stop at the booth for some hot apple cider.

Now erase that story from your head. Here's what really happened...

Rick gets home from golf early enough to finally go to the pumpkin patch. I've been nagging him for the last week about coming with Sophia and I. The place is packed and he's complaining about some guy that is taking way too long loading up his pumpkins and his kids. We finally get the parking spot and unload Sophia and the stroller. He says, "OK where are the pumpkins? I'll just follow you." We spot the pumpkin patch and make a bee line past all the really cute Halloween stuff and plop Sophia down in front of the pumpkins. I make a bunch of noise and try to get her to smile, as Rick rolls his eyes and says, "Oh boy, here we go." I get a few acceptable shots and then a nice lady asks if we wanted a family shot. Great! Then I tell Rick I want a shot of him and Sophia. He is patient enough for me to quickly snap a few and then we pick up 3 pumpkins and off we go. I'd say the trip lasted maybe 10 minutes tops. Oh, there was a bluegrass band playing somewhere but we were too busy rushing to see anything.