Yesterday, we made our annual trip to the pumpkin patch and picked up a few beauties, or "balls," as Rhys likes to call them. James favors the really bumpy, gnarled type, and I found a gorgeous silver pumpkin that I'm pretty sure is the same species used by Cinderella's fairy godmother when she pulled that carriage out of thin air.
Bibbidi Bobbidi Boo!
Bibbidi Bobbidi Boo!