Watermelon Whale

Kimmy captured the sentiment beautifully: “When I die, I hope I go to a place filled with Watermelon Whales.”

Per my request, James spent Friday night turning a watermelon into a whale to hold the berry bonanza for Courtland’s third birthday party.

I supplied him with Dark n’Stormies and a pumpkin carving kit, and he did the rest.

At one point, he looked up and declared, “Ya know, I’m really glad that I’m married to you. No one else would insist on carving a watermelon whale, and it’s pretty awesome.” It may have been the rum talking, but the feeling’s sure mutual.

Do note the buck tooth grin and berry spout.