Decisions

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Last weekend, while visiting Grandma, we visited the pumpkin patch. It was Grandma's idea, and to-date she is still talking about the ordeal...

After a long day of shoe shopping and clearance rack hunting, we finally made it to the pumpkin patch. Madison's eyes were big and bright, and she could barely contain herself as we pulled into the lot. As I unbuckled the bucking bronco from her car seat I smiled at her excitement and asked, "Are you going to get a big pumpkin or a small one?"

"BIG!" Then she giggled.

I had visions of her carrying out a 26 pounder, and her black and white in the local newspaper - "Kid Scores Huge. Dad grasps wallet!". So I casually said, "Big is good, but small pumpkins are nice too."

Now if you don't know kids, they take things pretty literally. Madison is no exception. In fact, not only did she attempt to show me EVERY small pumpkin that her little hands could grasp, but because of my brilliant pumpkin comment she couldn't decide on the actual specimen she wanted to adopt.

First she ran to one side of the tent (yeah...in Florida we don't have true "patches") to show us a rather large bumpy (I'm still unsure if it was contagious) pumpkin, then she turned as ran down to the other end of the tent to fling a miniscual yellow squash like the nerf football it should have been...down to the other end to sit on the "pig pumpkin" and giggle whilst riding...then once more to contemplate the existence of gourds. (Is it just me or do those things look like ducks?...ok, just me...sorry.) The whole experience was as fast, and as furious, as a match at the U.S. Open.

Fast as in...she sure ran fast, but time seemed to stand still on the picking the "perfect pumpkin pal". Yes, Madison continued her pumpkin patch relay for 45-minutes. When the sky darkened and she spotted another child getting stickers as they checked out, only then did the thought pop into her head that she needed to make a final decision.

Needless to say, we took home 3 pumpkins that evening.

Grandma said that if she would have known the decision-making abilities of her grandaughter before-hand; she would have taken three pumpkins, put them in the backyard, thrown a stuck a sign in the ground and collected a dollar for the purchase.

I'm pretty sure if Daddy knew that was an option, he might have even set up a florida tent for the occasion.