When I was a kid, there was one kind of pumpkin. An orange one. These days pumpkins come in white, gray, and the most unusual one I saw was a deep burnt orange. Next year, I guess we'll see turquoise ones. Anyway, after I convinced the two year old that they were not balls to be thrown (which he was doing with the small ones much to my horror for fear I'd be expected to buy a whole bushel), he was offered an apple by one of the ladies at the farm-stand. I'm sure as a distraction as we all know I can't control my child. Let me explain what happened next. It was if an apple was given to a slum kid in Mumbai. In a nano second, he fell to the ground, hunched over the apple, devoured it with such gusto much like you see orangutans eat... it was if he hadn't eaten in days. (He did get a big snack before we left I promise.) Of course, you think I'd be delighted but I couldn't help but be embarrassed for fear that the other parents thought I never feed my child and that we were refugee escapees...so I bought a pumpkin, an orange one, and left as fast as we could with apple kid in tow. 
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