Pumpkins

So pumpkin carving didn't quite go as I had imagined. I figured that Brody was old enough this year to hollow out his own pumpkin and begin to etch the smell of raw pumpkin and the feel of cold, wet, stringy pumpkin seed in his mind. Well, it was about 80 degrees when we carved the pumpkins so it was hot, wet, stringy pumpkin seeds - even less pleasant than cold, and Brody wanted nothing to do with hollowing them out. Oh well, we'll try again next year.