It all started a few weeks ago while shopping at the Farmer's Market. There little man spotted pumpkins and let out an "Ah!" From that moment forward, whenever James has seen a pumpkin, he's exclaimed "Ah ya ya!" and put his hands out towards them. No longer can we simply walk quietly into a grocery store. Nay, for there must be happy utterances made towards pumpkins. The orange orbes must be acknowledged for the trip to continue. All of this leads us to today and the journey to mecca: the pumpkin patch.
Our family drove west from Columbia to Peach Tree Farms where we were greeted by a smiling face and amazing news. Not only were there pumpkins to see, but also bunnies, catfish, a baby donkey, and ["you don't want to miss"] a chicken raising ducklings. At this point, I was grinning ear to ear and wanted to race over to that compassionate hen and give her the Humanitarian Nobel Peace Prize.
I contained my excitement, but James couldn't keep his under control. As soon as we got out of the car, J caught sight of the pumpkins and began speaking in tongues