When you see an 1100 pound pumpkin, you are obligated to pose. It's the law.

....and the obligatory, "wait we're not ready yet" shot.

So, Caff decides to get hitched in witchtown, a.k.a Salem MA and the wee witch loves every minute of it.

First, she's impossible to stop while the poor photographer tries to get wedding pictures.

Who can blame her tough? She's just discovered that the best part of dressing up is swinging the dress around. Swing swing!

Then she nicks Presh's purse

Some cheese...

And my "comfy" heels. (it's all relative).

No wonder she's tired. Good thing she can dance and sleep as longs as dad lends a shoulder.

Now I know what she gets up to while I'm sleeping. Stealing my headphones.

"what do these ear-widgets do?"

"aaah, noisy!!"