Well, I got my way this year. The girls had a blast with the pumpkins and the hay bales. So much that I had a hard time getting them to sit still or look at me. Yeah, you're right honey....they're too young to enjoy it.
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And Colton? Well, he is his father's son. Absolutely thrilled. Boy, am I in trouble when he hits his teens. Hey Colton....don't smile or anything.
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