The first chilly day of October is always pumpkin day. No supermarket pumpkins for this family. We hit the (overpriced) farmers market. Shane has to feel the crisp air while he picks out the perfect pumpkins. If we could go to a pumpkin patch, we would - but we can't find one nearby. Shane searches desperately for one every year.
Did I mention this is serious business? To Shane. Not me. I think a pumpkin is a pumpkin.