Mike vs. the Terrible Barn Kitten

Mike and I have started a fun Halloween tradition. Every night, we've watched a different Halloween-themed movie. We started with "The Nightmare Before Christmas" and have moved on to "Young Frankenstein," "Monster House," "Monsters Inc," "How to Train Your Dragon," and "Pirates of the Caribbean." And of course, the quintessential Halloween show: "It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown."

Mike hadn't seen GPCB before and was a little disappointed (spoiler alert!) that the Great Pumpkin never appeared. So we found our own sincere, hypocrisy-free pumpkin patch so that we can wait for the Great Pumpkin on our own this Saturday.

Not really. We were just there to pick our own pumpkins so that we could carve them for Halloween.

Before we wandered out to pick our pumpkins, a fuzzy barn kitten latched onto Mike. Literally. It seriously melted my heart, it was so cute.

It wasn't so cute to Mike when the kitty refused to budge.

You know that spot in your back that when it itches it's impossible to reach? The kitten knew about that spot, too, and nestled in there for the long haul.

Supportive wife that I am, I sat back and laughed and took pictures until it was apparent that Mike was going to dislocate a shoulder trying to get that kitten off. Mike was a really good sport about it, though. The kitten was, after all, very cute. (Incidentally, for those of you who know my feelings about pets, this has in no way changed them.)

After fending off the fearsome kitty (which continued to taunt us with its cuteness), we wandered into the pumpkin patch. Mike posed as the Singing Scarecrow...

...while I blew him some pumpkin kisses.

As for the patch, it may or may not be full of sincerity, but it was full of mud. I doubt we'll be back on Halloween Eve with a blanket and a heart full of hope to see the Great Pumpkin.