Last spring, the kids and I planted some potatoes in the garden at school. It's actually our third year in a row: two years at the school's green house in Grassy Plains, and one year here. And then we inherited James Marten's pumkin patch--he didn't die, he moved to Albania on the last day of school. Thanks, James. And thanks to the school's gardener for taking care of them for us this summer. On Monday, Cathy deColme, a fellow Canadian, gave us some homemade pumpkin pie for Thanksgiving.
I told Cody this is what would happen if he ate too much candy after trick-or-treating next week. 
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