At a patch about halfway between their house and ours, we met Nice Mom and Sweet Sister for pumpkin picking Sunday afternoon. The Kid was more interested in the tractors than the pumpkins, and he only reluctantly agreed to slip down a makeshift slide in the middle of the field. (Perhaps rightly, so?)
But he eventually settled on a pumpkin, and--due to several readings of It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown--he might even be starting to understand what we're going to do with it. As we got home tonight and saw the pumpkin on our porch, he told me, "We're going to cut a happy face in my pumpkin and get a candle for him!"
Soon, my dear one, soon!