Dear Reese,
We go to Pumpkin Patch (the festival) in Egg Harbor today. Your second one, though you can more active this year. I forget to take any pictures. Cappi snaps one of us picking out a pumpkin on the front lawn of the Kress.
They have sticker sheets to decorate them with, and you diligently put on two eyes, a nose, and two mouths on your pumpkin— it’s about 50/50 where you’d expect them to go. One mouth turns into a nose, the nose into an eyebrow.
I end up having a smash burger at 10:30 in the morning and sharing a bit with you, along with an order of cheese curds. You are more interested in the ranch dipping sauce than the cheese curds, but frankly, so am I. It’s another 50/50 of whether I stop you from eating food off the asphalt after you’ve dropped it.
Love,
Mama