Paul with his new marshmellow shooter that he wouldn't even let go of for one picture.
Hemmeter Market is my favorite place to buy pumpkins when our own crop produces nothing. Since this year we grew three puny pumpkins and there are six of us in the household, I took my parents over there to help us pick a few out. The farmer breeds these to have thick, curvy stems and they come in yellows, whites, and oranges, with tall tall narrow ones and large round ones. It's very hard to choose one, but it's easy to take lots of pictures. 
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Luke's marshmallow gun reminds me of our brief time with them. Someone gave us marshmallow guns for Christmas one year. The kids thought they were a lot of fun but the father couldn't seem to understand that the mother wasn't a target. They shortly disappeared and have never been reproduced.
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