A pint sized pirate and princess sprinted down the street, clutching their Halloween loot and waving dollar bills above their heads. “The Dad ate ALL the candy!” seven year old Jack the pirate explained. “The Mom went to the store to buy more!” six year old Beth the princess expounded. “So the Dad gave us… Continue reading Halloween Candy Hypothesis
I warily placed three pumpkins next to my front door within eyeshot. The modifier “warily” denotes my mistrust of this particular vegetable. (I subscribe to the strategy of “Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.”) The seed of my pumpkin mistrust germinated while paging through Mother Goose Nursery Rhymes I owned as a… Continue reading Don’t Trust Pumpkins!