Yesterday we went pumpkin shopping. The young lady running the stand was in love with Adam and kept giving him “baby pumpkins”. We came home with seven pumpkins. I am not kidding. Seven pumpkins. Five of them are Adam’s little ones.

The largest of the pumpkins we got was purchased for a very specific reason.

I’m sorry Luke. If it makes you feel any better, we did the same thing to your brother.