The ball patch

No matter how many times I say "yes, they look like balls but they are pumpkins" E points to each and every pumpkin he sees and says "Baw" (E speak for "ball"). He's a huge fan of these orange balls.

We went to our local pumpkin patch on Sunday (also the local apple orchard). E was delighted by the sea of balls though he has a knack for finding the rotting ones.

The giant turbines that turn the midwest into a winter wind tunnel were on so we didn't linger. We picked three pumpkins and hit the road. (Well, almost -- we needed apple donuts and apple cider to support local business and good old American tradition).

We took refuge from the wind and our slice of sweet Americana with a short trip to our favorite international grocery. The store owner was so impressed with our handsome, well-dressed youngster that he gave little E a cookie.

E likes cookies.

Almost as much as pumpkins balls.