
Recently someone brought us a little pumpkin. Thomas kept asking what it was and I told him it was a pumpkin. He would then say that it is daddy's pumpkin. He said it was daddy's pumpkin over and over again. After a while he began carrying the pumpkin around with him and even took it into his bed when he went to have a nap. Soon he began saying, "My pumpkin!" We thought it was pretty funny.
A couple days later we ate it. It was pretty good! :)
No comments:
Post a Comment