Saturday, that's for sure. So we drove out even farther on the Island to hang out in a pumpkin patch with my family. It was my nephew's first pumpkin-picking experience (he's almost two), and we think he enjoyed himself (he didn't say), but not nearly as much as my parents did. Toddler + pumpkins + wheelbarrow + camera = really happy grandparents.
We didn't agonize much over our choice of pumpkin, but there was more costume-agonizing to come that evening. (When did Halloween become so stressful? Probably when we got invited to four Halloween parties...)