I was thrilled when I got to my local Winco and discovered pumpkins were only 9 cents per pound! Charlie and I (mostly me I admit) picked out a huge one and brought it home. For the last couple weeks, Charlie has taken great pleasure, despite my protests, in climbing all over our big pumpkin.
But the day finally came when we got around to carving it. I think Charlie was pretty surprised when we took the big knife to the pumpkin, and I really hope he doesn't get it in his head that he can start carving into things--we'll see.
Since carving does involve large, sharp knives, the most that Charlie could really do was watch, but we gave him the big bowl of pumpkin guts to take care of. He was enthralled with stirring the slimy goo and seeds (which he kept calling coins) for a surprisingly long time. When the fun was gone, we gave him a cookie. He was happy til we were done carving.
Charlie did pick the triangle eyes and the diamond nose. And when we were finished, I asked him what we should name our jack-o-lantern. Quickly and decisively he said, "Mark!" I don't know where he got that name. I don't think he knows anyone named Mark. (PS: When asked what we should name his baby brother, Charlie said, "Lewis!" Again, Charlie doesn't know anyone named Lewis. Weird.)
Mark now sits outside our front door and receives many a "Hello" and "Goodbye" with our comings and goings.
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