Pumpkins are everywhere. I love pumpkins because, as far as I can tell, they are brightly colored, smooth, lightweight rocks. The only thing I do not like about pumpkins is picking them out.
Dada: Do you want that one?
Ada: No.
That one?
No.
What about-
NO!
I did fine with being on the ground, but being on Dada's head out there worried me that he would either trip over the vines or step on one of my potential prized possessions. I did fine picking pumpkins once I was on the ground once more (by which I mean that I wanted all of them).
I still do not know the purpose of the pumpkins, but I certainly enjoy seeing all of them outside of my house. There is Papa Pumpkin, Mama Pumpkin, Dada Pumpkin, and Baby Pumpkins.
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