A Trip To The Puntin Patch

Also known as "The Parking Lot Oustide The Grocery Store". This is the closest thing to an actual "patch" I have ever been.




"Puntin, Mommy. Peeese Puntin!"
How I'm supposed to say no to that I have yet to learn. It may be impossible.




So instead we let him climb all over the hill of puntins so he could pick out the one he liked best.


Sorry, that's how it sounds in my head now, and I'm not sure if I'll ever be capable of saying or writing the word correctly ever again. Puntin, puntin, puntin.



He went straight for the biggest one he could see. Typical boy.
Except he couldn't pick it up, so quickly changed his mind to accommodate a new game plan, also typical boy.

He downsized to this one, but still couldn't manage to pick it up.

Nope, try again buddy.

Undeterred to do this himself, he smartened up and started to look for small puntins.

Ahh, just right.

Happiness Is.