We told them not to pick a pumpkin that was too big to carry. The kids took that to mean, get the biggest pumpkin I can possibly drag across the parking lot and then beg Daddy to lift it into the trunk 'cause once a pumpkin has been dragged a hundred feet across gravel, you kind of have to buy it.
DIE, PUMPKIN! DIE!
"Mom. you never told me there'd be so much goo inside of a pumpkin."
"That's not goo, Lauren. It's pumpkin brains!"
"Mom, I'm gonna be a brain surgeon. A PUMPKIN brain surgeon!"
Chris. that isn't pumplin pie yet!
That's the last picture we have of Daddy's left thumb
Lauren's pumpkin (above)
Drew's pumpkin (Above)
Chris's pumpkin
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