We picked out pumpkins at our favorite orchard. Andrew insisted that he and daddy select big pumpkins because "we are big." In the end, he went with the one in my lap since he could lift it.
The orchard also has a petting zoo, featuring these freaky orange-eyed emus that Andrew wasn't too crazy about.
Back at home, Andrew was somewhat interested in carving a jack-o'-lantern, but refused to touch the inside of the pumpkin because he "didn't want to get his hands gooey." Not sure where these fastidious standards are the other 364 days of the year...
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