Yesterday we went with my parents in search of the perfect pumpkin. Of course, for Emery, that meant finding one that weighs almost as much as he does. “Hey Emery…you might want to choose a smaller one. If you drop that, it’s going to bust right open.”
“Ugh. No, Mom. Ugh. I’ve (ugh) got it. Ugh.”
Stubborn man child.
My daughter decided on a smaller variety. It helped that she could hold it to the side to enable proper “hip sway”. I didn’t know one needed such poise when trampling through a pumpkin patch, but there she is, all dolled up, confidently carrying her pumpkin to the check out stand.
She cracks me up!
So today they remind me (repeatedly!) that I told them I would help them carve their pumpkins after school. We had only gotten as far as the “gutting” part of the process when Emery decided he had, in fact, chosen a pumpkin that was too big. “This is disgusting,” he kept saying. “I have to take ALL OF THIS out???”
But before we knew it, it was time to make the faces. Thankfully they each picked something simple. I would call our first pumpkin carving experience as a family a huge success. They are lighting up our front porch right now!
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