Annual trip to Tate Farms.

We almost didn't make it. Between Ben's trips out of town and the rain, Tate Farms just about missed out on us. We had a great time until the end. Tempers flared and our photo at the pumpkin house is minus one kid.

Aren't you sorry you didn't go with us?

Of course, a funny. We had finally arrived at the point where we needed to go and pick our pumpkins. We loaded in the wagon with a couple other "groups" and headed out to the fields. Once there, we all unloaded, wondered around looking for the most challenging pumpkins for Ben to carve and loaded back up. On our ride back, a worker from Tate Farms stopped us and asked if "Henry" was on our wagon. We all looked around and said no. This lady on the end of the wagon looked at Ben and asked if that little boy sitting next to him was his. Nope. It was Henry.

See, we really don't notice any additional kids thrown in the mix.