I bought Dean his first pumpkin tonight. Who knew it would be so much fun? First he tasted it. Judging be his face, it tasted fairly gross. Being an 8 month old, he couldn't help but taste it repeatedly every few minutes as though it might change it's flavor at any given moment.
After his sampling session, the results were in! Apparrently, the flavor was so horrible, the pumpkin belonged in jail. Dean quickly grabbed the laundry basket and placed it on top of the pumpkin. He spent quite some time trying to take the basket back off again, but after a while he gave up and moved on to better things.
This year I delved into homemade corn flower. I know what a corn-y joke. I can't help myself.