We went to Pumpkinfest on Saturday and ran into a little friend from daycare. She tried and tried to give Lu kisses but he wasn't having it. She had cooties.
Lu wouldn't get painted, so Tom did. What a nice pumpkin.
Poor Lu was also dragged to a really cool antique store (Dad, you would've loved it) and the fleamarket. I didn't buy anything. Can you believe it?
Well, we did get two pumpkins.
Lu picked out this pumpkin all by himself. He was such a big help too. You can see him in the background, armpit deep in pumpkin.
Raw pumpkin doesn't taste as good as cooked.
And this is what I have to deal with when I'm trying to make his lunch in the morning.
2 comments:
Sweetie Boy!
Auntie Cindy
now that's what I call getting all up in your biznez.
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