So it was Sunday and time for a visit to the pumpkin patch.
Patrick spotted the mechanical bull.
Ride. Ride. Ride. Ride.
He was mesmerized and that's all he could say.
Auntie agreed to take him.
She screamed and laughed a lot.
He held on like a trooper.
And then it was time to choose pumpkins.
He chose one. Then two.
And then just kept piling them in my wheelbarrow.
We decided he was collecting them like eggs from laying hens.
We let him choose two.
Next up will be the carving.