climbing on the pumpkins
and trying to lift the much too heavy pumpkins
and lifting (and throwing) the little ones (sorry Mr. Farmer)
and sitting on them
and watching other kids smile for their mothers' cameras
and finally gave up on the pumpkins when the barrel train started running
I thought she was too young for the barrel train. (She's in the green one)
But I was wrong. She loved it and followed the rules. I got tears in my eyes as I watched her little face poke out and smile.
And of course we hit up the hayride, sandbox, swings, and climbing tower as well.
Priddy Farms has definitely become a Memphis fall tradition. Maybe we'll go back with Matt and try again for a pumpkin picture.