Cabbage Patch Kid

When I was little the Cabbage Patch Kids were all the rage. My older sister had several and I remember being pea green with envy. I did get one. Her name was Pheobe and she had brown hair like mine. And her bum had been signed. I did a double take when I saw this, but nope, no signature. I guess he didn't come out of our cabbage patch.

Actually, we don't have a cabbage patch. But we do have a big pumpkin/gourd corner that turned up from our compost. We are still waiting to see what we get.
On the fence we successfully got some yummy sweet peas and our pepper plants are doing much better this year. Maybe we will finally get some peppers!
The carrots are growing well and after marathon weeks of eating a salad a meal Chris finally hoes down the lettuce after it turned bitter.
And our tomato plants, while not growing with the fervor of last year seem to have survived multiple floodings and we hope to have tomatoes in the not to distant future.
I know that was exciting but I have to return to my cabbage patch kid. Lately, he has taken up the habit of hooking his thumbs into the back of his diaper whenever he is standing around.
I am sure you can imagine the results but just in case a visual is needed, here it is: Ian's plumber's butt.
What does Ian's bum and jello jigglers have in common? Everything except the labor required to produce them!