Boooooo
Two and a half down, one and a half to go. Carved pumpkins, that is. And I’m here to tell ya, shooting is too good for whoever invented those insanely intricate design kits.
Kid wants to carve four pumpkins, so four pumpkins we get. Only, he can’t scrape out the pumpkin goop. So, fine, Dad and I scrape out the pumpkin goop. Kid chooses the first design, we pin it to the pumpkin, halfway through the transfer process, his hand gives out. Fine, I finish the transfer process, set him to carving.
You know what’s coming, don’t you?
Dad finished off the first one (a wolf face with this eyeball that’s supposed to somehow hang on a quarter inch sliver of uncarved squash — as if), I’m in the middle of carving out a haunted house with itty-bitty bats and gravestones and things. I have no feeling in my right thumb, I’m covered in pumpkin pyuck and right now I’m thinking, what the hell happened to just carving out a face???
The things they don’t tell you when you’re pregnant. . .
