Naked pumpkins.
November 10, 2011
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.




