If you’ve friend-ed me on FB, you already know about Divakins and her love of The Big Pumpkin. On Goodreads, you know how much I also love the book. Let me stop for a moment and say that as a parent, I’ve abandoned the “magic” of Santa and the tooth-fairy.Instead I purchase my children’s baby teeth from them; the whiter the better.
So here’s the story.
DK’s class received a donation of pumpkins. Dk’s had to be the ugliest pumpkin I’ve ever seen.
To me it looks like a pumpkin “got busy” with a gourd and vine-d this monstrosity.
Thinking she was the last to pick and left with the exotic wonder, I asked, “Did you pick this out?” She answered, “Yes.” Okaaaay. So I thought about it and said, “Well you can’t cut it, you can’t paint it. We will just have to make it decoration.” She said, “No. I’m going to make a pie like the witch. When we get home I’m going to put it in the oven.”
My child chose this pumpkin because it was unique, different from the rest, in her mind the only one special enough to turn into a pie.
Hee Hee Hee *Magic time*
A couple of mornings later…
Dk woke to go to school, came downstairs, picked up the pumpkin on her way to the kitchen and started to put it in the oven. The stem was too long so I helped her maneuver it in then we closed the door on that “special” pumpkin. When Dk reached for the knob to turn on the oven, I told her, “We don’t have to do that.”
Later, when she returned home from school-from my FB post;
DK pushed past me when we got inside the house, ran into the kitchen, yanked open the oven door, saw the pumpkin pie and questioned nothing. She knew that pie was going to be there, like she knew she had a brother named Romeo. She reached into the oven, pulled out that pie and set it on the counter. It was so cute. She smiled ear to ear like she’d just won The American Baking Competition. I taped the entire thing…I’m not posting the video b/c my house was in a state of pre-cleaning i.e. a hot mess. So much fun, I can’t wait for another chance to perform “magic”.
One of my FB friends asked, “How long did it take you to bake the pie?”
My reply, “A drive to Costco.”