I like pumpkin carving almost as much as trick-or-treating. I don't have many memories of going from door to door as a child. We celebrated All Saints Day at our church where I would dress as a saint and go to the parish hall afterwards to play games for candy. Seriously:
Yup, that's me back in the day when preists wore a stole over the chausable and we said "And also with you." (Catholics understand!) I really hope that the woman behind my father was also dressed for Halloween because... wow!
Anyway, I do remember my father carving pumpkins with us and the delightful seeds that my mother baked - always the next day because they must soak overnight.
I do not, however remeber who designed the Jack o' lanterns that were carved. They were usually the traditional toothy grimace probably limited by dad's ablility to jab the knife! Nora, naturally, is the designer of our pumpkins and has been sketching for days.
A couple of years ago, I came up with the idea of using a wet erase marker to draw right onto the pumpkin. If she doesn't like the idea or if part of the design needs adjusting, it can be wiped clean and drawn again. Then, David would carve the pumpkin. This year, there were a few changes to our usual carving routine. Here are some things that were seen and heard while we worked:
It's like a fairy welcoming chime!
Where's the gut bucket?
but here's your gut bucket.
with a good knocking.
Gut Bucket would be an
excellent band name.
[She got it first throw!]
Dad, do you do this at work?
I designed him.
I drew him.
and I cut him out.
His name is Sheldon.