The boys each got to pick whatever pumpkin they could pick up, carry to the wagon, and put in by themselves. They’re strong, but the size/weight configuration provided some limitations on their selection.
Oliver’s first pumpkin had a hole, so Daddy helped him pick a new one. Then Daddy had to help Patrick pick one too.
Maybe next year we’ll have better luck with the haul-your-own-pumpkin rule.
Much to the boys’ dismay, we have not yet carved our pumpkins. It is supposed to rain most of next week and I don’t want to deal with soggy, moldy pumpkins before their time.