When we first dating my now husband was crushed to find out that Pumpkin wasn’t a term of endearment reserved solely for him, but also for my two beloved dogs. Eventually, he understood that being called Pumpkin just like them was high praise. Now my daughter is Pumpkin, and I call pretty much every other child under the age of six is Sweetie or Duck or some such name. I use few terms of endearment with adults when in this country, but on occasion I still catch myself tempted to call a student dear, or duck, or love. I don’t.
It isn’t a gender based thing and I don’t find it patronizing when I’m back home, but I am aware that it rubs many here the wrong way. Oh, this isn’t going anywhere. I was just thinking about pumpkins and that occurred to me.
Green and I met eight years ago tomorrow at a Halloween party, we married 3 years later. I still call him Pumpkin on occasion, but now I have a whole host more terms of endearment to call him, None of them express just how happy I am that we met eight years ago. (Thanks to Wackademia) There aren’t enough pumpkins in this field to do justice,
but this apple crumb pie and the Pumpkin devouring it, well it might.