I insisted on getting two pumpkins this year but when we paid for them at Lund's I told the cashier that it was Dale who had to have them. When Dale tried to defend himself the cashier kept jumping in with comments about how big the pumpkins were and how much fun we were going to have carving them. Dale expressed his displeasure over the whole thing as we walked back to the car. When I told him how impressed she seemed with the pumpkins and our whole undertaking to carve them he seemed to feel a bit better about it.

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