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On Monday night, we decided to go ahead with our pumpkin carving. Our children did one, and it was too cute with a lopsided eye larger than its other. It also had the most beautiful crooked smile with one dangling tooth.
However, my husband took a lot of time on his. He loved the wart-covered pumpkin he picked out. He believed that the more ugly it was, the better it was (I hope that isn’t the reason he married me). Anyway, he got his done, and it was a cute funky smiling pumpkin. He called us all to the door after he lit them. As the twins were clawing in sheer terror to get back in the house, the rest of us just stared in awe.
The morning after, my two older sons got up and ran downstairs to see their works of art. I heard, “Mom! Get out here!” I looked and someone apparently did not like them. Our horse, Baby Girl, has never came up to our porch. Besides, we thought she would never fit in between the brick pillars. She proved us wrong and left...
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