I picked up our daughter today from school to take part in an age-old, well a year or two old, tradition of pumpkin carving. Usually, we do it a week or two before the big holiday but we, or rather I, procrastinated to almost the 11th hour this year. I could have blamed it on the high pumpkin prices this year or lack of the perfect one, but since we got a free one from the store for dressing up yesterday, my excuses wouldn't work this time. I thought I could claim the lost hardware excuse too, since I was sure that our carving kit had been thrown out the last time, but alas, it was in the utensil drawer where it should be. With no excuses, and almost no time left, the kiddo and I started on our task. She drew the outline and I helped her with the fancy toolwork of cutting out a crescent-shaped mouth along with the top part. She's never liked to reach in and pull out all the pumpkin guts unless she has a long handled spoon, or if she is using my arms to do it. I convinced her to do some interior cleaning of the pumpkin while I tried to capture the moment. I think from the look on her face as she is excavating the pulp and seeds, she is not having a great time doing it. Framing her eyes with her fresh hair cut and the hand covered with the gross stuff, my photo did a good job in illustrating both her disgust for the moment as well as her beautiful blue eyes. Of course, I may not be able to pull the same trick next year as it will definitely be my hand and arm covered with sticky, orange goo.
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