Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Day 346 - Pumpkin Delivery

"Hmm, Pumpkin tastes kinda good. We should have it for dinner Dad."

So it was first pumpkin carving time. The pumpkin was delivered all the way from Detroit Lakes. Paige really liked touching the top and the pumpkin itself, but the innards, not so much. She would put her hand in the pumpkin after I scraped it out, but wanted nothing to do it beforehand. Although it is obscured by the pumpkin, (sly move mom...sly move) Paige is sporting her new Brett Favre Vikings Jersey, courtesy of Anti-Ted Thompson Grandpa Roger. (I'm still ethically torn when I cheer for Mr. Favre. I guess it is just a really good way to get us Minnesota Vikings fans all riled up, just to have our hopes and dreams dashed on the rocks of reality again.)


Mor Mor Teri said...

Don't worry Jan, we spot that Viking purple a mile away even tucked under an orange pumpkin.

Nick said...

Yeah, I had no problem spotting the Vikings jersey. As for cheering for Favre, it's the built-in excuse we are all secretly looking for when things go wrong. So horribly, horribly wrong.