The Great Pumpkin

Three blog posts in one day? I must be having some sort of manic episode. Freestone wanted to see the pictures of his trip to the pumpkin patch with his favorite brother, so why not? Freestone has been anxious to select his pumpkin, so we made it a boys' outing by calling Big Tolly to meet us at the patch. When we arrived, Free put on the special kindergarten-teacher-voice that he uses with Ptolemy and counseled, "Now, Tolly, you can pick out any pumpkin you want, okaaaay? As long as it's not a hundred dollars."
Eventually, Free took Tolly's noncommittal head bobbing for apathy and picked a baby-sized pumpkin for him and a giant one for himself. When we got home, Freestone shouldered the manly responsibility of rolling his giant pumpkin out of the car, across the driveway, up the stairs and into the house. He didn't want any help, didn't want Ptolemy to think he was weak. The way Free takes care of Tolly, I don't think that will ever be a problem.