Gratuitous October pumpkin patch shots.
Apparently, Wito is one with the goats. He would have stayed in that stinky pen indefinitely, but ultimately grew tired of a crazed woman slathering him with the contents of an industrial-sized bottle of Purell every 25 seconds. (I wonder who that could have been?)
I mean, I’m all for petting a sweet little goat or two, but this?
That gets me twitching. Local boy contracts rare Goat Flu at Pumpkin Patch! Shudder.
Anyhoo. We rode in wagons.
We learned about the farm.
We looked at hundreds of pumpkins.
Yet we weren’t able to LEAVE WITH A PUMPKIN because the minute we made our way towards the actual pumpkin patch, SOMEONE threw an astronomical tantrum in a wheelbarrow. Dear Pumpkin Patch, I guess we’ll be back soon! I bet you can’t wait!
Damn three-year-olds and their attitudes.