Every year my mom drags us to a pumpkin patch so we can get our picture taken.

“Smile!” she tells us.

“Smile better!” she commands.

“We’re not leaving here until I get some good pictures!” she yells.

So, my brother and I show the whites of our teeth and try to look happy about being in a pumpkin patch at 8 AM on Saturday morning in October.

By Leslie, age 9

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