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| Photo courtesy of Stimey |
In October, Sophia’s preschool hit the pumpkin patch. She brought home not just a pumpkin for herself but for Jaxson too. It was very thoughtful of her. His pumpkin was even baby sized for him. Of course he loved it and would not let it go the entire car ride home.
Fast forward to November. Someone we ended up picking up two more pumpkins since her trip to the pumpkin patch. We never even carved them or gutted them for their seeds. They’re just sitting in our living room, waiting for me to trip on them.
Plus they were starting to get soft. They needed to go. Last year, Sophia had a fit because we wanted to throw away her jack-o-lantern. It was growing fur. We comprised and put it on the patio. Then it mysteriously disappeared.
This year, hubby has an even better idea.
“After the kids are in bed, let’s throw away the pumpkins. Then we bake the frozen pumpkin pie so they won’t know we did threw them out.”
I almost spit my toothpaste at him, I was laughing so hard.
Brilliant. That’s why I love that man.