I know it’s the stupidest thing evar, but I’ve always been very excited about taking my child to a pumpkin patch.
It’s sort of a required photo op–like the one at the hospital of you and your hubby kissing over the newborn baby–and it was set up to be a perfect, gorgeous day when we finally drove our little bundle of joy out to a picturesque patch somewhere in Amish country.
It turns out that by the time we got there, Molly wasn’t feeling well. She was getting a new tooth, and she cried the entire time.
On the way home, we stopped at Gma and Gpa’s house in Ashland, and it just so happens that they had raked a huge pile of leaves in the yard.
Undeterred, we put Molly in the leaves and she screamed like we had just thrown her in hot lava.
It’s funny. You have an idea of what things will be like and then … somehow they turn out differently.
I’m not saying that it’s all bad.
I’m just saying you can’t force the magic. But you can drink hot cider while you try.
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