And that's why they call it scary

Carly has been fascinated with pumpkins this fall season. Everywhere we go:


"Look! Punkys! Punkys!"


Josh went to a pumpkin patch for cub scouts and got to pick out a pumpkin to bring home. Tonight we gutted and carved it. Carly's fascination is henceforth fear. Perhaps it was wiggling the dangly pumpkin guts in her face, or the insistent command "Not too close, Carly!" repeatedly issued from her brother while I carved out the face. Maybe it was the candle inside, or Josh jumping out from behind tables, chairs, corners every time she entered a room. Any way you slice it, Carly decided pumpkins were scawy.


Some pictures of the fun:

Josh's best scary face
Carving it up:

A pretty good impression of our pumpkin face:

Carly "washing"...I'm not sure why she called it washing:

The Headless Horseman:

Happy Halloween!

Comments

Anonymous said…
I bet if you would have let her play more with the "punky" during the carving (more than just washing the innerds later) she would still be in the positive pumpkin people passle :-) The all bear conservationist.

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