The Monkey Barrel

Last night whilst making the evenings repast, a horrific sound bounded and thudded down the stairs. Dropping everything in my hands I careen into the front hall certain I will find a bloody massacre. Instead I find Luke at the middle of the stairs chasing his pumpkin from his field trip. Heaving a sigh of relief and biting off the shriek mid breath, I ask if he’s okay and he looks at me like I am the stooooopidest parent on the earth and says, “yeah”. Later that evening Gramma asks Luke why he threw the pumpkin and Luke shrugs and replies matter of factly (and with a bit of incredulity), “It was the fastest way to get it downstairs.” He shall be source of all hairs white upon my head.