Poor Lil’ Pumpkin

Ever since she was a wee thing, Maddi has enjoyed picking a pumpkin (or two, or three) every October and loving that gourd with all her little heart until that day, months later, when we discover a dessicated husk floating in mysterious black ooze on the time-out shelf.

James didn’t really get the whole pumpkin thing until this year. Actually, he still doesn’t get it.

Tonight, as I was refilling juice cups, I heard a cry of “James, that’s only for dec-ration!”

Apparently, since we had pumpkin pie last week, James figured that these pumpkin things were for eating. And properly prepared food is for suckers. Thus went James’ initiation into the pumpkin club:

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