The recent rains washed the paint off Charlotte’s miniature pumpkins.  Yesterday morning when she realized this, she very nearly had a heart attack, and I very nearly lost my mind from all of the panicked, tortured NO MOMMA, MY PUMPKINS!  POOR PUMPKINS ARE SO NAKED!  THEY NEED PAINT, MOMMA!  And so we painted them again.

I swear, if you can escape parenting a toddler without having your heart explode from cuteness, you are not human.