7 years, 11 months.
One of my favorite bands in junior high and high school was Smashing Pumpkins. In fact, their 1993 album Siamese Dream remains one of my favorites of all time.
But all that was lost on you when you asked last Saturday, “Daddy, will you go outside with me so I can go smash the pumpkins?”
The light rain definitely didn’t stop you.
You began by taking your miniature hammer that you got with one of your crafts from Home Depot and started smashing the first rotting jack o’lantern left over from Halloween.
The task proved to be more difficult than either of us thought:
Your hammer basically just bounced off the pumpkin, for the most part.
Then you had another fun idea, “Daddy, can I roll the other pumpkin down the hill and see what happens?
What surprised us both is that after a few rolls, that pumpkin split in half.
The hill was mightier than the hammer.