You know you live in Kansas when the first attraction at the pumpkin patch invites you to shoot small pumpkins out of an air gun toward a battered Democratic donkey sign.
To keep things fair & balanced there was a GOP elephant, but I think we would have been asked to leave if we hit it. Luckily, our bipartisan 3-year-old opted to aim for the Frankenstein. 
There was a LOT to do at this pumpkin patch. . .
Digging in sand. . .
. . . we finally made it out to the actual pumpkin patch where everyone was tired, hot & pretty much over the whole pumpkin patch experience. Fun times.
Daddy & Ainsley searched high & low for 4 of the perfect pumpkins. . .
. . .while Max just tried his hardest to not touch the dirt while he stood up.
He was not getting his hands dirty that day AT ALL!
Max was also a reluctant pumpkin patch participant & instead rode in the wagon or stroller the whole time demanding food. I really can't blame him, I would have done the same thing.
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