Almost as an after thought, I decided we better carve a pumpkin. We’re seriously the most holiday-ambivalent family; even though Halloween is hands down my favorite time of the year, I’d rather just admire everyone else’s haunted yards than cobweb my own. We tried to decorate last year and it wound up looking like a rusted junk yard. Oh wait, that’s even without decorations.
So after Henry scoured the house for a Sharpie (you’d think we’d have a bounty of them since I’m an “artist”) I pulled myself away from the Penguins game for a whole twenty seconds to scribble out some generic Halloweeny face and then sat back down in front of the TV with my glass of wine while Henry got all hack-happy with a carving knife. I came in during TV time outs to make with the photographic memories,
We thought the booger-loving side of Chooch would emerge and make his gender proud by getting all squashed up in pumpkin guts.
But he was like, “Oh hell nah, that’s disgusting.” So slap another check in the Mommy”s Traits column. I’m blowing Henry out of the water.
Another generic jack o’lantern! I can’t wait for Halloween to be over so I can let it rot on my porch until Christmas and then feed it to blind people.