Adam@Home by Rob Harrell for October 21, 2018

At least the shorts are fabric!

Those “shoes” on his feet have turned me off on pumpkin pie for this year. I like my slice with whipped cream, not toe jam!

And thus began the rule of the Pumpkin King, Clayton the Eviscerator.

You think his room stinks now, just wait a few more days.

isn’t this how Linus got started??

Surely he can expect some support from his pump-kin?

No, let’s squash this.

Thank you, Mr Harrell for drawing attention to the pumpkin slippers.

“I love the smell of pumpkin in the morning!”

Rubbish, his name isn’t Jack.

A day or two perhaps, but this long? My mother would have had me sleeping out with them and my chickens. The chickens of course because they would have helped clean them up, minus those she canned and froze for the holidays.

That’s funny. Speaking of pumpkins: we throw the used up pumpkins and decorative gourds on the compost heap and later the leaves go on top, and every spring we end up with a pumpkin/gourd patch. We haven’t had to buy them for years. When the grandkids come over, they get to pick them and take them home.

Want to get him out of it? Ask him the one question guarantees to break a self-appointed Pumpkin King…why do you disappoint Linus every year?