Cindy and I spent a big chunk of Sunday on the road, driving to and from the Fort Lauderdale area to help pick out a pumpkin. Not just any pumpkin, of course. We were invited to help 29-month-old granddaughter Lily choose just the right pumpkin from an assortment of thousands.
I admit to being apprehensive. I thought the sights and sounds of the busy pumpkin patch would send Lily running to mama, pouting or, worse yet, crying. My concerns were for naught. Turns out that Lily is determined and knows what she wants. We walked right by lots of big pumpkins but Lily lost interest when she couldn’t lift them. Tiny pumpkins were just too tiny for her liking.
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