Punkin Dada

My parents came over for a long overdue pizza and conversation. We've missed seeing them this summer/fall and tonight didn't even seem long enough. While they were here, my dad noticed the bite sized pumpkin that we have as decoration. There are a few gnaw marks in it and it's starting to wilt from the twins torment. Dad mentioned how this could be a potential choking hazard and since it's wilting anyway, I thew it in the garbage.
Later, we were getting the twins ready for bed, and then they grabbed their dirty diapers and headed to the garbage can to throw them away. (well trained, aren't they!?!) Chezney returned, diaper in one hand, and little tiny wilted pumpkin in the other. She headed Mikes way and said "Punk'in dada, punk'in!" Soooo needless to say...our little wilted pumpkin once again regained its spot on our desk as decor ;)