Today we went to the pumpkin patch to pick out pumpkins. I had no idea what pumpkins were, but apparently they're little orange people that only live at Halloween (then we eat them at Thanksgiving?? Seems barbaric to me, but I went with it).
As you can see, a flew into the pumpkin patch in my ladybug outfit, and sat right in the middle of the little pumpkins. I felt like the queen bee (or queen bug) - check it.
My Daddy kept saying things like 'how can you have that kind of gourd', and various other jokes that - as usual - made him and him only laugh. My wings were suddenly broken, so I needed a lift.
I was over it, so I called him out. "Hey, you - the so called 'Daddy' - let's go!"
And away we went.
I'm not going to lie - I'm a little scared when the pumpkins come to life tomorrow, but Daddy is taking my wings into the shop for service, so hopefully they'll be fixed by then, and I can fly away if I get scared.
We're having something called a 'block party', which I assume means we'll be celebrating a block of ice, or New Kids on the Block...or something. Not sure, but I'll check in from the party. Bye.
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