Rachel poses in front of the main road in Mansfield. Behind her you can see booths selling pizza, turkey legs, giant pork tenderloins, and sati-babis. Ummmm, fall festival foods.
Rachel and I pose while I try to take a self-picture like all the kids do these days.
The odd thing is that someone was selling outhouses. I suppose this is decoration for someone. Brian just thought it was a cool play house.
Beautiful fall foliage marred by some power lines. Yes, there are power lines even in Mansfield, IN.
Mandy, Brian and I browse some booths. Right after this Brian bought (read: Mandy bought) a toy motorcycle that was marked $2. The man at the booth said it was actually $4 and that it was marked wrong (along with all dozen of the others). Fortunately Brian escaped with only paying the $2, but how could you try to scam a three-year old like that?
Mom and Mandy on our way out of Mansfield. My mom is extremely camera shy. The only way to get her in a photo is to run in front of her and hurriedly snap a picture from afar.
Parents spend all that money on toys and all kids really want is just a big room full of corn.
There's a guy behind this pumpkin with microphone. He can move the pumpkin's mouth and talk to the kids. We saw a lot of kids get freaked out because the "pumpkin" would mention something specific (what they were wearing, how tall they were, etc.). Don't these kids know that pumpkins can talk?
Rachel's idea of heaven: surrounded by pumpkins.
Brian looks on as we walk off and leave him alone in the corn maze. (Just kidding.) Actually he probably would have been better than us adults in getting out. Andy and Rachel were using a map and it still took us an hour.
Pictures of everyone on the hay ride to the pumpkin patch. I'd say 95% of all pictures I have of my mom our in shadow, her hiding, her looking the other way, taken from a long distance away or some combination of the above.
Andy and Brian. I wonder at what age kids learn to look at the camera?
Believe it or not, this is the picture BEFORE we traipsed through the pumpkin patch.
It's The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown! Andy actually ended up taking this home. He had to carry it with one arm because of his shoulder surgery. He still lifted it easier than me. Maybe I need a home gym for Christmas???
It's not really fall until you've put a miniature pumpkin in a giant sling shot and fired it at silos in a field.
Hey! Not one word about my wife being a witch!Halloween
Our front porch. Guaranteed to scare off possible trick or treaters.
Pop quiz: Guess which pumpkin is mine. One of these...
Or this one.
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