The Great Pumpkin Overdose
// October 19th, 2009 // 4 Comments » // Mia
Hello Ghosts and Ghouls. On Saturday, mom and dad took me over to the pumpkin patch. Now I’m not sure, but aren’t pumpkins supposed to be somewhat spherical? Dad usually bounces one around the house and it’s pretty dang round. I think he calls it Spalding. I’m not sure why. I think Handy is a much better name. Anyway, these things were laying on the ground and I actually felt bad for the dirt. I like dirt. I like rocks. I like sticks. I don’t like squashed pumpkins. I don’t like squash.
Despite the pitiful selection, I still had fun. As you’ll see from the 1,007 photos we took to commemorate the experience, dad needed the help of a wheelbarrow to cart the pumpkins. I needed to help dad lift the wheelbarrow and mom needed the help of the wheelbarrow to simply survive the day. The Circle of Wheelbarrow Life.
We wandered around the field trying to find pumpkins that wouldn’t get us kicked out of the neighborhood for having them on the porch. We needed four – one for me, mom, dad and the little pumpkin growing inside of mommy’s belly. I have pizza inside my belly. Pumpkins sit in dirt and you shouldn’t put dirt inside your belly.
Eventually we tracked down three pretty pathetic Spaldings. Dad said that since we grew one little Spalding in our own garden that it could be used for the one growing inside mommy’s tummy. I don’t really understand the logic. I don’t know what logic is. But I was happy to give up the hunt because the place had a frickin’ tractor. I don’t know if you people watch Handy Manny, but he was rescued after his motorcycle got a flat tire on his way to his family reunion by a guy on a tractor. It’s good enough for me, it should be good enough for you.
That was pretty much the day. Once we got the Spaldings home, dad washed them off and put them on the porch. So far, we haven’t had to leave the neighborhood. If we do, do you think they’ll let us move into Disneyland? Here you can see the pumpkins sitting on the steps. You’ll notice there’s a little guy standing at the top. I call him Miko. I don’t like him. Dad says he gives out candy, but I’ve yet to see it. Right now, he just stands there staring at me with a weird look on his face. He better not be eyeing my toys.
I have to go to bed now. Bye.
-Mia
