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 9Share this entry: