When the phone rang early in the morning and I saw it was from Daddio my heart sank. Something must be wrong.
Instead of the catastrophe that I was expecting, he was in a dither because he couldn't find his Christmas material. He has a giant box and he keeps it under the table that he sits at all day. Guess where it was? Yup. Under the table right where he sits all day. Crisis averted. He is now spending his day making all kinds of holiday doo dads.
I am not happy to see that someone is enjoying my pumpkins as much as I do. This better not become a habit.