PICK A PECK OF PUMPKINS
Not really a peck, just one actually...
We were at Target one night, a few weeks before Halloween. In fact, we were there the night before we were to go to the Pumpkin Patch and pick all the perfect gourdes for the pending holiday.
So while we're strolling through the store, Tobin spots these tiny, 1 dollar pumpkins. This child doesn't have a care in the world about staying with his family. As we kept walking, I was calling for him to catch up. He wouldn't, as he was far too enthralled with the little pumpkins. I let Kristen and Blane continue on and I hid behind a rack where I could see him, but he couldn't see me to see when he'd realize he was alone and start looking for us.
He took his sweet time inspecting the pumpkins - all of which looked the same to me - and finally settled on one. I figured this would be the moment when he froze, realizing his family had gone off without him. Nope. Holding the pumpkin against his belly with both hands, he started strolling down the main walk-way, not even looking for us.
I gave up my parental object-lesson and came out from my spot to ask what he was doing.
"I got pumpkin!"
"No kiddo, we're getting them at the Pumpkin Patch tomorrow."
I tried to grab it from him to put back. This of course was a mistake, as he's a fast booger and he took off running in circles around the shelving, giggling the whole way. I didn't want to chase, because I didn't know how fragile the little pumpkin was, and I didn't want it smashing to the floor. Didn't matter, because he inevitably dropped it, and it rebounded nicely, rolling along until he could scoop it back up. I finally caved and let him take the $1 pumpkin home with us.
At this point Kristen and Blane were walking back toward us. Tobin triumphantly walked toward them, pumpkin in his arms. As he walked, he non-chalantly rolled the pumpkin over and over in his hands like it was old hat for him. Watching him do this was yet another, "where'd he pick that up? moment" And it was so funny to watch, as he had that sly little grin on his face, knowing that he picked his pumpkin on his own - no family around at all - then evaded daddy successfully, then won his prize to take home. No wonder he's so smug.
We were at Target one night, a few weeks before Halloween. In fact, we were there the night before we were to go to the Pumpkin Patch and pick all the perfect gourdes for the pending holiday.
So while we're strolling through the store, Tobin spots these tiny, 1 dollar pumpkins. This child doesn't have a care in the world about staying with his family. As we kept walking, I was calling for him to catch up. He wouldn't, as he was far too enthralled with the little pumpkins. I let Kristen and Blane continue on and I hid behind a rack where I could see him, but he couldn't see me to see when he'd realize he was alone and start looking for us.
He took his sweet time inspecting the pumpkins - all of which looked the same to me - and finally settled on one. I figured this would be the moment when he froze, realizing his family had gone off without him. Nope. Holding the pumpkin against his belly with both hands, he started strolling down the main walk-way, not even looking for us.
I gave up my parental object-lesson and came out from my spot to ask what he was doing.
"I got pumpkin!"
"No kiddo, we're getting them at the Pumpkin Patch tomorrow."
I tried to grab it from him to put back. This of course was a mistake, as he's a fast booger and he took off running in circles around the shelving, giggling the whole way. I didn't want to chase, because I didn't know how fragile the little pumpkin was, and I didn't want it smashing to the floor. Didn't matter, because he inevitably dropped it, and it rebounded nicely, rolling along until he could scoop it back up. I finally caved and let him take the $1 pumpkin home with us.
At this point Kristen and Blane were walking back toward us. Tobin triumphantly walked toward them, pumpkin in his arms. As he walked, he non-chalantly rolled the pumpkin over and over in his hands like it was old hat for him. Watching him do this was yet another, "where'd he pick that up? moment" And it was so funny to watch, as he had that sly little grin on his face, knowing that he picked his pumpkin on his own - no family around at all - then evaded daddy successfully, then won his prize to take home. No wonder he's so smug.
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