Pumpkin Patch

Tonight we went to pick out our pumkins at a local church.  Daddy picked a big pumpkin, Momma a medium pumpkin.  I tried to get a big one like Daddy, but couldn’t even roll it over.  In the end, I got one more my size.

My Momma’s Allright, My Dadda’s Allright…

You know what? Daddy is actually pretty cool.

For a while I was feeling like Momma was the best thing on this planet and no-body and no-thing even came close. But I’ve discovered Daddy- and he’s a pretty good substitute. I may even prefer him on occasion.

Sorry for dissing you before, Daddy.

Genes

Who do I look like: Momma or Daddy?

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