The pumpkin patch

We went to a little pumpkin patch about five minutes up the road in Bright. It's an old farmhouse where they grow everything and always have produce outside for sale. There's a little cash box, the old honor system. Quaint and beautiful.
Why must it always turn to this, my son? Pumpkin-butt? Oh, please.

I think this was some sort of YMCA pumpkin style or something. But I'm sure it had meaning. I'm sure of it.

Oh, this is why it always turns gross with the boys. This is why.