Then I stepped back and looked at it through Mateo's eyes and mind, a mind that will not remember this day at all and was probably thinking, Wow! Look at all the round, brightly colored balls all over that dirt I would love to take a handful of and stick in my mouth!
By the way, he does not like the feel of hay, and refused to sit on a haystack to get his picture taken. Instead, he grabbed for his Daddy like some horrible monster was trying to get a hold of him.
Needless to say, we didn't stay too long. I guess a huge part of being a parent is pretending.
Dirty, filthy pumpkin loving.
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