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Birdy Squash

A couple years ago we ventured to a nearby fruit stand for all three girls to pick out a pumpkin for Halloween. Brin was two and did not want a pumpkin, instead she insisted on a weird, goosenecked gourd and she called it her Birdy and slept with it in her crib. Weird kid.

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This year we made the trek again and instead of a pumpkin, like normal children prefer, she hand-picked the most perfect Birdy Squash she could find.

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Again, she was determined to sleep with it in her bed. (I don’t get it.)

We woke up early the next morning to her blood-curdling screams. Turns out the beloved Birdy Squash was decapitated in the night, during the throes of her slumber. She awoke to only the head of the squash by her pillow, and the body on the floor. Avelyn did some minor surgery on the squash (she used some scotch tape the repair the break) and all is well again.

Kids are weird, man.

It’s a little late, but but Happy Thanksgiving! We had a nice weekend filled with turkey, hikes, pumpkin pie and and family time.

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1 Comments

  • I’m assuming that all six of you ran all the way up Giant’s Head.

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