Daddy and I in pumpkin carving mode. We aren't immigrants anymore!!
I know it's supposed to be about the pumpkin, but....
Where do I start?
Daddy and I carved the pumpkin. Actually, he carved and I supervised. I'm a Bahamian, you know!! I'm going to get a government job....
Anyone notice the illegal amount of drool on my shirt?
AARRRRRR! I can be more frightening than a pumpkin!
One hungry pumpkin
Anyone got any "wassaline"?
Daddy eating his favorite pumpkin!
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