Who should have to pick our moldy, imploded, old-man-pumpkin up and carry him to the trashcan?
Our stand off has never been spoken out loud.
I’m sure neither of us want to admit that we’re secretly standing our ground.
To admit that would mean we were also admitting we are stupid.Maybe the pumpkin will just break down, right before our very eyes...turn to pumpkin goo...become one with the porch, and this will all be over.
Maybe one day we'll grow up.