HUMOR
Her Husband Went Rogue at the Pumpkin Patch
Didn’t he care about their fall photo shoot?
“Pumpkins!” My three-year-old daughter shrieked in delight.
I smiled and nodded from behind my aviator sunglasses as she turned and ran through the pumpkin patch for the hundredth time. Her giggles rang through the crisp, fall air as mud slathered up her boots.
We’d already attended two pumpkin patch activity days over October but with nothing to do on the Sunday before Halloween and a hyperactive toddler, I decided to waste another thirty dollars on standing around in a shitty field.
“Mommy, let’s get this one,” she called, pointing to a large pumpkin on the ground.
“Hmm, I don’t think so,” I replied as I stepped towards her. “We already have three pumpkins you refuse to touch at home.”
She knelt down and placed one finger on the pumpkin.
“Eww,” she said as she snapped her hand away.
I rolled my eyes and tutted at her ridiculous behavior as I side-stepped a pumpkin.
I’m not touching those fucking things.
“Claire! Claire!”
Please let there be another Claire here.
