If the carving wasn’t so fun, I’d skip it all and stay home. The pumpkins make me sweat. I have to surprise ’em, or else they are hard to carry.
I stare at their pretty costumes for a while. One wakes up and tries to run.
It is first. That pumpkin bites me several times, but I don’t let go until we are in the basement.
I start at the top. Have to slant the knife inward so the lid fits back right—by then they go into shock, so it makes it easy.
Eventually, they’re all smiling.
Time for candy.