Pumpkin Patch

Last Saturday, the Yarn Queen and I loaded up the stroller/wagon and walked down to our local pumpkin patch. "W" talked with all of the dogs on the way, didn't know he could speak dog. The babies (ET & the CPK) enjoyed the fresh air and unsuccessfully tried not to nap. "W" thought he was in heaven when we arrived and got filthy dirty in the powdery dirt. When we went to leave I told him "c'mon, let's go" and he would say "k, comin" and keep digging in the dirt. This conversation repeated itself at least 6 times. He is just like his Daddy. When I finally convinced him that I meant 'right now', he was so cute to help Grandma push the wagon full of pumpkins.