We went pumpkin shopping. You know, in honor of Halloween.
So orange, so round.
Did I mention tasty? Mmmm.
First, find the right pumpkin...
This one is nice.
Bring it on over.
Arrange them pretty. All done. [brush hands off]
This Halloween thing is getting better and better.
And then we went out to dinner. For practice. I apparently get to go to a fancy dinner soon, and Mom and Dad are a tad worried about my table manners. Or lack thereof.
It went pretty well.
I mean, pizza is clearly poison*. (Clearly nothing fancy about dinner.) That Mom, she's always trying to poison me. Though I did branch out and try blue cheese dressing. Not a fan. What can I say, I heart mint dressing.
On the way home we stopped to take a picture of this crane hanging out in our neighbor's yard.
It almost looked like a statue.
We got home, brushed my teeth, and then Mom gave me her dish gloves, you know, since she didn't have to do dishes -- a really nice perk. Usually I have a little tantrum during dinner clean-up: How dare Mom use her gloves to do the dishes.
* "I sah-ee" (I'm sorry), Grampa. I know, it's blasphemy.