Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Friday, 26 October 2018
Yesterday, my wife and our son went toa local farm where they had prepared some special activities for Halloween. Including pumpkin carving. The pumpkins were all available in the pumpkin patch you see here, guarded by a rather friendly looking scarecrow who wouldn't scare anyone. Little Wolfie chose himself the pumpkin. He took it in his arms and put it in the wheelbarrow. He's not a big boy, but he sure is strong. He then refused to carve the pumpkin, so my wife had to bring it home. Which is fine: now we have three pumpkins (good number) and we will carve them together as a family and make them all spooky Jack O'Lanterns. And there is a special pumpkin for Wolfie.