Since first sight of our little pumpkins, Tommy has been asking to pick them.
Every day I would get, "Mom can we pick the pumpkins now?"
Today I finally gave him the okay.
He picked the only five that were ready.
It made me think of a poem that Logan had to memorize in preschool.
Five little pumpkins sitting on the gate. The first one said, “Oh, my it’s getting late.”
The second one said, “There are witches in the air.”
The third one said, “But we don’t care.”
The fourth one said, “Let’s run and run and run.”
The fifth one said, “I’m ready for some fun.”
Ooooo! Went the wind, and out went the light.
And the five little pumpkins rolled out of sight!
5 comments:
Gay. We want pictures of kids not pumpkins. Couldn't you squeeze Tommy in there somewhere?
Ha ha to Hollie's comment. HOWEVER, I do remember him reciting that poem for us!
I remember that poem, are you going to carve those little suckers!!! lol.
Hollie- You get what you get and you don't throw a fit.
So cute! They would be hard to carve though. I prefer to use those kind of pumpkins as decoration just as they are. Congratulations on a successful garden!
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