The Pumpkin Man is trouble.
The Pumpkin man is a rolling, tumbling, rock slide of bruises and consequences.
The Pumpkin Man is a screaming, crying, pulsing head wound
The Pumpkin Man is a sentient avalanche, the Bulls when they Run, an imploding building.
The Pumpkin Man is the word "No" screeched into the Grand Canyon a thousand times.
The Pumpkin Man is an insidious whine that often implicates his sister in a crime she didn't commit.
The Pumpkin man is an armful of dark, rich, forest earth. The kind you can taste on the air.
The Pumpkin Man is a little stinky.
The Pumpkin Man is a drum beat you can feel in your gut.
The Pumpkin man is a bear cub with no knowledge of the winter.
The Pumpkin Man is a grinning Eric Carle sunrise.
The Pumpkin man is some of the hardest laughs I've ever had.
The Pumpkin Man loves the ladies. And it is so reciprocal.
The Pumpkin man has the charisma of joy.
The Pumpkin Man is a surprisingly strong hug from the universe that says "You are loved."
The Pumpkin Man is 2 years old today.
Happy Birthday, my loving, crazy, hilarious, sweet, intelligent, clumsy, moon headed boy. We love you.
Mrs Homemaker Man