Peter loves his pumpkin.
These were was taken just after we'd brought it home from the store and I carried it toward the house in one arm and he in the other while he began to pet it and exclaim, "YESSSSS!" When I set it on the stoop and we continued inside, he wept bitterly, so much so that I set him down on the stoop and he ran over to the pumpkin and flung his arms around it, and tried desperately to pick it up to carry it inside.
So we've compromised and it resides in the foyer where Peter visits it every morning when we see Daddy off.
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