Preface:
It was only as the snow began to melt off of our front porch that Caleb and I noticed one of our (un-carved) Halloween pumpkins was still sitting on our porch. Upon discovering the old and forgotten pumpkin, Caleb asked if he could play with it outside. After twenty minutes I heard a faint banging sound coming from our side yard. Sensing trouble, I stuck my head out the front door to further investigate:
Me: “Caleb, what are you doing and what is that noise?”
Caleb: “I’m smashing the pumpkin with my metal baseball bat”.*
*As many of the neighbors watched and laughed
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