Gobble, Gobble

Well, the fire department was at Henry's school when we arrived this morning. I've had a few encounters with the fire department lately so I wasn't alarmed to see them, though maybe I should have been. Standing outside of the school waiting for entry or information, something like the game of telephone took place. We were at the end of the line so I guess I'm still not totally sure what happened. This is the information I was given: someone was smoking in the elevator, the elevator was on fire, or someone was stuck in the elevator. When we got inside there was no power, but school was in session. Henry was super unsure of the situation and suggested we just go home. I walked him down the dark hallway where everyone was acting like nothing was different. Maybe Henry and I were the only ones experiencing this? When we got to the classroom I gave him a hug and a kiss and he said, "I guess I'll stay, but I'm calling you if the lights aren't back on by lunch. I'm not eating in that cafeteria in the dark!" I haven't heard from him...

Here's the thing. If all of this hadn't happened I would not have seen this:

I wish this was mine. I'm not kidding. I almost went to the door to find out where he/she found such a splendid fall decoration. Look, we are hosting 16 people for thanksgiving and I think a friendly turkey pumpkin, rather than a mum plant, would be a fabulous way to greet our guests. I'd like you to tell me if you know how I could get my hands on something like this. While we are on the subject, trader joes is all dried up on the mini pumpkin front. Can you believe they had this many just last week? 

That's a shitload of pumpkins! Where did they all go? My entire thanksgiving table scape revolved around minis right down to drilling holes in them to make them votive holders. It was going to get crafty up in here and now I've got nothin. I'm going to need you to go ahead and contact me if you come across any minis, okay? 

I'm going to leave you with a few solid quotes from my little friends:

"My favorite part of boating (voting) was marrying the woman with the stickers." (Did any other saint paulers notice a person called dirty kurty on the ballot?) 

Me- "What are you doing, Isabelle?"

Isabelle- "Licking my tongue."

Me- "What did you put in your mouth, Isabelle?"

Isabelle- "Just two boogers, mom."

"If you take any of my Halloween candy I'll tell on you to GOD!" -Henry 

I've taken a lot of Henry's candy. Please don't tell him. 

--maggie