Here’s Rob stalling on his role of carving out that mouth and instead providing some electric-ghoulish background music while Owen dances and Will draws some hair on the pumpkin. (We had to invent some way for him to contribute – besides deciding on the shapes and locations of the eyes and nose – when he was asking to do carving duties.) Unfortunately Sir Septum’s washable marker hair job has pretty much faded away.
Will enjoyed digging out the guts of the pumpkin for a while until he got squeamish and I had to finish the job, including seed separation so we could enjoy some pumpkin seeds roasted with olive oil and salt. Mmmmm. Will thinks they taste like twigs and Rob pretty much agrees, so I get to eat them all.