Ooooh, scar-r-r-y-y!

That was a shot of my son when he was still just a wee demon child, generally not THAT dangerous but creepy enough when he would stand at the foot of our bed, staring vacantly and twisting his head this way and that, in the night, in the dark, when no one could hear us scream…

Thankfully he’s matured somewhat.

Now he looks like THIS!!!!!

It’s funny how I’ve been calling him Pumpkin for years, more a term of endearment than a self-fulfilling prophecy.  That’s just so weird.