When I say goodnight to my children, it’s usually, “Night, night pumpkin pie.” I’m not sure why. Maybe I got that from my folks. Maybe because I love pumpkin pie. Maybe because my kids are so cute and sweet I think of them as pumpkin pie. Recently, however, my middle son informed me (after I had called him pumpkin pie for maybe the 1000th time in his life), “Mom, I don’t really like pumpkin pie. I prefer apple.”

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