in a pumpkin shell

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.