patience at the pumpkin patch

I’d been hearing the rallying cry all day. “Pick punk-in! Piiiick punk-in!” A certain little boy in our house was beyond himself with excitement. He was going to navigate the corn maze and eat popcorn and feed the goats and, of course, find the perfect pumpkin. Because we were going to the pumpkin patch. Visions of […]

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