A Word about Pumpkin Carving...

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I was inspired by Kristi to actually let my kids carve pumpkins this year instead of hoping they don't bring it up and we can get through another Halloween season without it. I am happy with just plain pumpkins. Plus I'm always afraid that I'll light them, forget to blow out the candle, and burn down my neighborhood.

But, they asked. And Kristi's blog post made it look so fun. So we did it...


Pumpkins were hard to come by at this late date, but I remained pretty excited about the "fun" activity. Fun is in quotations for a reason. Once into the process, I realized that scraping out pumpkin goo is not my idea of fun. In fact, it was such strenuous work as I crouched over their pumpkins helping them, that I think I pulled a muscle in my upper thigh.

I also learned that pumpkin carving tools and I don't get along. We broke 3 of them. This will be my excuse next year if they ask to carve pumpkins...sorry, my tools are broken. Can't possibly buy new ones. I'd break those too.

They may not ask next year. I'm not sure my kid's thought it was that great either...

In the middle of it, I decided something. Pumpkin carving is a boy job! I will remember that one if we ever do this again and not plan our carving on a night when Bill is unavailable. Though scraping pumpkin goo is not his idea of a good time either, his upper thighs are in better shape than mine and can handle the strain better.

I know I'm whining a bit because it wasn't that bad. I guess it was a lesson, for all of us, that some things are worth a little goo and upper thigh strain...