Pumpkin Patch

We went pumpkin shopping. You know, in honor of Halloween.

So orange, so round.

So Orangeman-like.

Tres Marcus.


Did I mention tasty? Mmmm.

First, find the right pumpkin...


This one is nice.


Tastes good.


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.