Heather at the Pumpkin Walk. October 2011
About ten minutes after I took this picture, I was day-dreaming a bit and was jolted back to reality by Heather's blood-curdling scream. She had put her head through one of the cut-outs too far, and had gotten stuck there. She was terrified. Fortunately, I was able to get her extracted from said cut-out, and the only long-term effect of it all was the fact that Heather went around for a few days saying, "Mom, you always want to save me, huh?"
Selective memory is a beautiful thing.