A couple of weekends ago we met up with the Diasos to go pumpkin picking. I watched Marco pick up his pumpkins and run them over to my ride for easy transport. Him and Trey loaded it up with lots of 'em, but I couldn't even chip in one, it's a lot harder than it looks. Besides, I was distracted by the prickly, dry grass on my delicate legs. It was another hot weekend so my mommy took my jeans off and then was crazy enough to sit me on the harsh ground bare legged! Besides that, it was a lot of fun. I think it's funny that Marco thought I had a haircut. And he also pointed to the sides above my forehead and said "he has no hair there". I promise you Marco, one of these days I'm going to have full head of shiny hair just like you...well, darker, definitely darker.
