Ah, the glory of guts...pumpkin guts. What kid doesn't like to experience that squishiness between their fingers? That would be mine. Niether Jack, Lexi, nor Sam touched the stringy mushy orange insides, but had no issues slopping in it with a spoon. Ah, well, less to clean up for me, right?
Each kid got their own pumpkin this year. In fact, so did the dog. We used the pumpkins we grew in our garden for carving. Jack and Lexi had a lot of fun watching each of the pumpkins grow and exclaiming whose was the biggest (it was Lexi's). Sam was oblivious to the growing part.
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| Sam had a good time with the spoon. I don't think he really got any of the insides out, but he was busy stirring for a while. |
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| Jack scooping out a pumpkin with a special on-looker. |
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| Lexi designed the face of her pumpkin and then left the rest up to her big brother Jack and Dad. Why get orange when you can play with old school Lincoln Logs?! |
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| The Jack-o-Lanterns...Sam's (the pumpkin "fell" over); Lexi's ( a vicious face from a sweet girl); Jack's (if Jack were a pumpkin, this is what he'd look like); Gauge (yeah, it's Pluto and the expression is just her!). |
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