We drove by this pumpkin patch that had Vermont spelled out in pumpkins...I didn't get a great picture of it, but it's up against the house. We had to turn around to get the picture, and then Henry freaked out when we didn't stop to get a pumpkin. He cried and cried and cried "Want Pumpkin!" I told him that if he stopped crying, we'd stop at the next patch and get him a little pumpkin, but that if he didn't he wouldn't get one. This was toward the end of the day, and he had been in the car for over 6 hours. He was silent, and then he blurted out "Henry Bored! Bored Bored Bored!" Jared and I just looked at each other and cracked up...he surprises us all the time with what he's able to articulate. Anyway, we got him his pumpkins at the next stop...they are still perched on the foot of his bed.