On Friday we took Jack to the Pumpkin Patch to pick out his pumpkin and because it's a required photo op for all parents. Within seconds of arriving he found THE PUMPKIN he wanted and could not be separated from it for the rest of the visit. In fact, he was so enamored by this perfect pumpkin that he couldn't be bothered by much else. He quickly grew frustrated because, after all, climbing over rather large orange objects is difficult when you're clinging for dear life to a pint-sized gourd. And forget posed pictures. They're just futile attempts by the parental units to extract said pumpkin from the Little Guy's grip.