For the love of pumpkins

“I love you!” I shout to Mr. T, jumping into his lap and planting a noisy kiss (or seven).

“Why?” he asks, barely containing the impulse to wipe his face.

“Because you tolerate pumpkins!”

“I hate pumpkins,” he replies.

“No, you LOVE pumpkins,” I counter.

“Okay, I love pumpkins,” he mumbles, trying to get back to Grand Prix.

And that is why I love this man. For humoring me as I pull down bins of plastic and paper pumpkins from the attic and plaster them all over the house. And for only giving me a mild amount of grief about it. (He’s saving the real grief for my 17 boxes of Christmas!)

All this is to say: HAPPY FALL, PEOPLE!


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