Creative Eating

My sister gave Arthur a little sugar pie pumpkin to play with last week, and it seems to have become his new favorite snack – he's been working that thing like an ice sculptor. We initially tried to get him to chase it around like a ball, but he prefers to pick it up carefully by its one-inch stem and carry it to his pillow, where he then proceeds to chew off little bits and make a big mess on the rug.

We knew he had a taste for squash, but who knew he would eat one raw? Give him another week and he'll have carved out a face.