Corn, maze, maize, whateverrrrr.

As a mom, celebrating her 16th Halloween (I'm old, I know, shuddup!) I feel it safe to say that, no matter how grown you think your kids are (yes, mine are probably more-oldish than yours) the great pumpkin hunt is ALWAYS an adventure.

Feets, don't fail me now!

So, yesterday, after hosting a yummy Sunday brunch for a couple of my besties (seriously, you SHOULD be my friend) I asked the kids if they'd like to get their pumpkin hunt in early (i.e. before Halloween!!!)

This year, however, we opted into taking "the scary" hayride (as opposed to "the friendly" and less, you know, scenes from Disturbia version of Halloween celebrations) and, well, I don't expect my 11 year-old son will get a good night sleep, for a while.

"I...DO...NOT...LIKE...THIS...HAY...RIDE!!!"

Not until after Christmas, anyways.

Tried to get a picture, so I could show my son, later (since, he spent most of the ride with his face buried in my left shoulder) then someone SCREAMED and all I got was my finger!

Honestly, the worse I was expecting was for some dude to jump out in a gorilla suit, maybe a couple of scream experts, a few bloodied teens all hopped up on testosterone, a month's serving of candy corn, or something.

"Rum-bum-bum-bum-zzzzooom-zzzzooom-zzzzoom!"

Okay, so the chainsaw-wielding clown AND machette-swinging zombies DID freak us out, a little (alright, A LOT) but, I tried to remember that the ride was supposed to be, you know, scary!

Unlike, some poor girl's parents (I'm guessing she was about my son's age) who went all buh-liss-tick AND I mean in a totally stop-this-ride-I-wanna-go-home sort of way, too!!!

"SCRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMM!!!!"

Nah, her parents probably won't get any sleep...either...not for the rest of the year, anyways!

Pumpkin guts, it's what's for dinner!

A few more minutes, and a WHOLE LOT of convincing that the chainsaw-wielding clown would NOT be waiting around the corner, later in the corn maze (I HOPE!) we picked our pumpkins and went home...to cut them (Jersey style) and then dig their guts out...with a spoon!

Holly carved her own pumpkin, this year (sniff!) his name is Pip (via Great Expectations!)

As did Heather (sob!) his name is Fester (like the wound, not the Adams Family...ICK!)

I helped Hope with hers (YAY!) his name is Professor Zumie (like, the store she wishes I'd let her shop in!)

Ghoulishy, scary, in a cute sort of way, these pumpkins really ARE the best this house has ever seen!

But, wait, there's more (you're welcome!) the family pumpkin!  You know, the one that I get to cut (because, I'm the mom!) His name is Mr. Bill!

What about Glen?  Oh, he finally admitted to having a good-ish time (DAMMIT!) aaaand his pumpkin is up there, sitting right next to mine.

"I christen thee...The Pumpkin Who Shall Not Be Named!"

The un-cut version, of course -- eat that Charlie, Brown!

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