Tuesday evening Mr Renn took Sir O to our neighborhood pumpkin patch and purchased more pumpkins than he could carry home. So tonight it was my turn to take the Captain to pick out an already-paid-for pumpkin.
He picked a solid little green guy, just larger than his head, pear shaped with a perfect little stem.
10 minutes after we brought it home, the Captain chucked it down a flight of stairs and split it in half.
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry or yell, or what.
2 comments:
Little turkey. That sounds like something my little guy would do, too.
What a stinker, but I had to chuckle
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