Pointless Story #2

Recently I watched through my bedroom window as my neighbors turned their front yard into a pumpkin patch of sorts. This made me reflect on a series of pictures taken of me and my kindergarten class as we took a field trip to the pumpkin patch back in 1990. These pictures are what you would imagine, a bunch of kids on a hay wagon, one crying others giggling, some pictures of kids with huge pumpkins, etc. Looking back on it, the only thing odd about the pictures is that I'm dressed as a scarecrow. No one else in the class is dressed as a scarecrow or in any costume being that it was October 12th or something. I can't imagine that my teacher had a sign up sheet for one of us to be a pumpkin patch mascot for the day nor can I imagine my 4 year old self signing up for the task. So what this must mean is that when my mom read, "appropriate pumpkin patch attire", which probably meant an extra sweater and closed toe shoes, she took it as, "dress up as if you are a part of the pumpkin patch". So there I stood amongst my fellow 5 year olds with a flannel shirt stuffed with hay, a straw hat, and patch work pants. Oh, and my face painted as a scarecrow. I wish I could see my teachers expression as we filed in the door that day, 28 kids and one scarecrow.