There are pluses and minuses to only having 2 of my six children at home.
On plus is that pumpkin carving nights tend to be a little less frantic....at least until the child of the female persuasion finds out that the "perfect" pumpkin she picked out at the store (darn the squash beetles that ate anything squash related in our garden)
is somewhat squishy in the middle. When that happens, she must don a pair of latex gloves just so she can get through the evening, because while the inside may be a bit questionable, the outside is as normal-looking
as can be and the meanest parents in the world weren't going back to the store yet again to get her another 30 lb. pumpkin. Slightly sad pumpkin day but somehow she survived.
Preemie Boy, on the other hand, wanted to carve an Elvis pumpkin. Unfortunately, neither of his parents possess the ability to even remotely make that happen, so he was stuck with what he could produce. Those lines down the side of his pumpkin's "face" are mutton chop sideburns...just in case you were wondering.
There was also carving of another sort going on in the kitchen. That was the last of the wild beasts that needed to be cut up and put in the freezer. My only question is why he's doing it on my kitchen counter instead of in that spot in his gun room that has a counter and sink expressly for this purpose? While his answer would be, "It's lonely out there." and while that might be true, the real reason is that it's so stacked with stuff he can't get at it.