"sure pop!"
although this is but some of the bounty from our garden, it's not exactly what nancson picked THAT day...
i was up on the patio when i looked down and saw nancson holding the following squash in his hands - i said, "HEY! THAT'S POP'S PRIZEWINNING SQUASH HE WANTS TO ENTER IN THE FAIR IN AUGUST!"
...first oh boo...
nancson got a look on his face like he was about to become supper, turned around, bent over and went to RE-place THE PRIZEWINNING SQUASH back where he'd plucked it from the vine and said, "pop'll never notice!"
...second oh boo...
"son - how much more do you think it will grow if you just set it back down in the vine?"
...standing ovation oh boo...
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