My son and I just watched the old, classic cartoon tonight. I had one of those warm-your-heart moments, a sort of de ja vu to sit and enjoy with him what I so clearly remember from my own childhood. These times make me stop and and bask in the blessing, realizing with full force once more just how close I came to never being a mother!
Every day we pass the pumpkins we plucked from the patch in Penrose, which are perched on the porch.
Every day my son asks when we can carve them.
And everyday I tell him that his father wants to do it with him, so we have to wait until he's home and has time. This is a fib. But I really, really hate the feeling of slimy pumpkin innards on my fingers, and cleaning off the seeds so we can roast them is sacrifice enough, in my opinion. So, my husband gets to do the carving, and then eat the yummy nuts later.
Something that perplexes me (don't worry, I'm not going to get going with the P's again...): my son doesn't want a new Halloween costume. He actually wants to be the same thing he's been since he was five. In other words, for the third year in a row. I have tried to talk him out of this, but he won't budge. Does anyone else think this is strange?
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