Its hard. Its orange. It doesn't smell. P...p...pu...pump...pumpkin. Hmmmm...pumpkin. But Mommy calls me her little pumpkin...so how is this orange thing a pumpkin too?? I don't get it but this little one is mine. Mommy picked it out and I tasted the stem just to make sure it was okay. It didn't taste good, but since I could hold it all by myself, I kept it. Then the nice pumpkin lady took this picture of me and Daddy and Mommy. :) What a cute little family!
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