On the way back from the pumpkin patch Ashton saw a horse out in the field and started yelling “Hi Horse, Hi Horse Guy”  and then he took off his hat and while waving it in the air yelled “YEHAW!”. Grammy and Pa taught him that one night when they were watching him.  I thought that story would go well with these pictures of him on the fence looking like a farmer.


In his hand he is holding an apple cinnamon doughnut.  South Ridge Farms is the only place I know of that sells these things and they are crazy crazy good.  They taste like a hybrid between a krispy creme old fashioned and an apple fritter.  He never eats anything and he ate the whole doughnut.  You know when your kid is eating something and you know you would love it more and you are tempted to steal it away?  You know when they take the last piece of something amazing and you are still hungry and you get a little bit sad watching them mutilate it and drool on it and you are thinking “he would be just as satisfied with chicken nuggets from McDonalds, he doesn’t deserve that…He doesn’t appreciate it like I would”  (you have all been there) Anyway I was thinking that the whole time.  I didn’t take it but I said many silent prayers that he would get full and I would just have to finish it.  As you can see I am still thinking about it.

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