We’re sort of phoning it in for Halloween this year. Last week when it was warm, Michael had to work until late in the day and this weekend it’s in the 30s, so we missed the idea of going to a farm for a pumpkin. Instead, it took all of 3 minutes at the grocery store. We hauled 3 acceptable pumpkins out of the bin, asked Baylor to pick, he pointed to one, and we went through the self check out. $3.99. It was all very glamorous. He was excited at least. He didn’t know he was missing the pumpkin patch experience. He asked for a cupcake so I obliged because Mom guilt. It was a win/win really. It was freaking 34 degrees today and the pumpkins were going to be picked over. It wasn’t going to be a fun farm fresh experience for anybody. It was going to be a lot of whining and misery. Much better to make quick work of it and patch it up with mass doses of junk food and a late bedtime. And really he probably liked it better than what we were “supposed” to do. We gave him a genuine 1990s kid holiday experience 🤣 so that’s something to be proud of. We’ll do it “right” or whatever next year. Maybe. There’s definitely something to be said for doing things this way. Halloween is not my holiday. Talk to me at Christmas.