By Sunday, after scolding Oscar for the 20th time to not eat Finn's pumpkin, I gave in and let him have it.
First he took it upstairs to try to bury it somewhere (this usually means he hides it in the closet). Even when we headed upstairs to go to bed, he brought it along.
He loves this pumpkin for some reason. He hasn't even tried to eat it, just carries it around, cuddles with it and licks it.
Sleeping on it.


Licking his new baby.




