What, you don't see him? The pumpkin in her left hand. His name is Perry. She fell in love with him at the grocery store and refused to let him go. He ate lunch with her, she put him down for a nap, and he also woke up happy, though a little hungry for a snack. (Sidenote: She napped! I was actually quite surprised she didn't insist on napping with Perry. I was so desperate to get her to sleep that I would have let her.) He read books with us, he colored with us, but when I suggested he might be more comfortable in a stroller than on a folding chair, Mabes just looked at me with exasperation, "No, mommy, my strollers are for my babies. Perry is a pumpkin. That would be silly. Silly mommy."Perry did, however, eat dinner with us, go to mutual with us, eat a cookie with her, and put on his pajamas and go to bed (without throwing a fit tonight), and Mabes has informed me that he will sleep all through and wake up happy when it's light outside. But he's a pumpkin, so he doesn't ride in the stroller. Because that would be crazy.
2 comments:
my little sister once befriended a zuchini named finkle-finkle. he actually did ride in the stroller, if I'm not mistaken.
Haha what a cute name for him!! Good thinkin Mabes.
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