This weekend, Scott and I went to Weber’s Farm.

We looked at baby pumpkins…

and papa pumpkins…

and teenaged pumpkins with bewitched-looking stems.

We picked honeycrisp apples (they’re the best!),

smelled mums (they’re not the best),

and contemplated getting a hayride.

We bought cider donuts instead.

I think we made the right choice.

It was the perfect fall day, kidnapping aside…

Didn’t his mother tell him not to go anywhere with strangers? It’s like he has no brain!!