The Great (Methodist) Pumpkin

We had thought about taking Henry to the Chesterfield Berry Farm to get a pumpkin so he could do the corn maze, ride a pony, and have a hay ride. It's $40 a person. So we set out to find something a little more "current economic situation" friendly. And as I was looking around, I realized that it is only the Methodist churches that have pumpkin patches. When I was a kid, it was Centenary Methodist Church. For Henry, it was Huguenot Methodist. Do the Methodists control some sort of pumpkin racket? Are there no Baptist Pumpkins--easy for dunking? Presbyterian Pumpkins--or have they already been chosen? And, while we're thinking about this--are pumpkins always Christian? Couldn't there be Jewish pumpkins? (Well, I guess Halloween did start off as a Christian holiday. So maybe not.)

Henry surveys the patch.
Daddy tries to explain to Henry that this pretty much a perfect pumpkin, but Mommy is a bit touched in the head, so we have to get three and they have to coordinate nicely together. She's making some sort of Jack-O-Lantern arrangement.
Woo Hoo! Henry loves being able to scream at the top of his lungs without being told to use his "inside voice."
Henry loves the little pumpkins.
Hey Mommy, I was wondering, why are pumpkins always Methodists? We'll have to take them home and carve them up--you know, Reform them a bit. Then they'll be Presbyterian.