"There are no seven wonders of the world in the eyes of a child. There are seven million."
It never ceases to amaze me how the littlest things are enough for kids. They don't need the glitz and glamour. They are content with the smallest of things and the smallest of moments. Yet sometimes it is fun to give them some of the glitz and glamour.
Our week's glitz and glamour came in the shape of a small pumpkin patch. The boys and I spent a morning there. We fed goats corn from the palms of our hands, accompanied by gentle reminders to create a plate with our hands so the goats don't accidentally try to eat our fingers, and then the subsequent screeches when they neglected to heed this advice. We scrounged through the field for the perfect pumpkin. This one is too big to carry. This one is too dirty. This one tips over. This one is rotting. This one is too little. This one has pokeys on the "handle". Until, finally, they discovered just the right ones. The highlight wasn't the small petting zoo or the infinite rows of pumpkins to choose from or the big wagons to haul our loot, but instead the blue plastic police car so strategically placed down the center row of the pumpkin patch. Once the boys discovered there were two steering wheels in the car and they didn't need to fight over turns, they both crammed into that little car and vroom'd after imaginary bad guys, their loud sirens fading into the background of our beautiful glitz and glamour fall day.
Once we got home we set up camp on the dining room table and set to work decorating our new pumpkins. Three gallons of glitter later, we have some pretty pumpkins twinkling in our windowsill.