I've got a pumpkin problem. Now before you go getting all on my case, I did NOT plant another Atlantic Giant Pumpkin. This time I settled on a large pumpkin that was a bit smaller called a Big Max. It was Cooper who brought me the seed back and I looked down to see the smiling toddler that I had looked upon with such disdain three years ago. I heaved a sigh. "All right." I told him. And he proudly carried it to the counter so that we could "Pay our moneys."

So, as I was starting our little seed tray, it didn't concern me too much, and I settled on three plants to start. A couple of days went by and they pumpkins didn't cross my mind at all. Until yesterday morning when I stopped and looked down at the little seed pod. Oh crap. I gently lifted it out from the tray and yes, there it was, a thick furry root already stretching out, looking for world domination. Well, there's no going back now. We're all in this together right?