Angela watched from a distance as her daughters huddled together as though sharing a secret. They‘d canvassed the patch all day; the perfect pumpkin yet to be found. Rubbing her rounded stomach, Sam pointed, “How about this one?” The little girl nodded, her brown pigtails bobbing up and down. Sam affixed the tot atop the pumpkin, shouting, “All set, Angela.” “Smile for daddy, Katie," Angela called. “Mommy!” The two year old bounced off the pumpkin and bounded toward Angela, leaving Sam both bemused and bewildered. “How do you do it?" she asked. “I married your father,” Angela said, grinning.