Oh look, our kids carved pumpkins!
Right. Except that seconds after these photos were taken, Rocco declared his arm was tired, Leo said he didn’t want to get his hands messy, and Vincenzo couldn’t get the pulp out of the tiny hole he carved. So as happens every year, the kids tricked us into carving their pumpkins.
Kevin and I scooped and cut, scraped and carved, and no one stood around taking our pictures because they had all left, so we have no proof.
We had the same very loud conversation we had every year about how we carved our own pumpkins when we were their age, and kids these days are getting soft and have no knife skills, and the Internet has RUINED pumpkin carving with its fire-breathing dragons and Jesus faces and pumpkins freaking eating smaller pumpkins. We had three choices as kids: triangle, square, or circle.
Our kids just kept watching the football game as if they couldn’t hear us.
When we finished, the kids came back to get their pictures with the pumpkins we carved for them.
Okay, so I exaggerated. I do have one kid who carves his own pumpkin. And even though it looks like Vincenzo just turned a pumpkin on its side and called it good, there is a tiny triangle or two carved out of it.
He clearly does not have the knife skills of his mother.
He should totally have me do it next year.
WHAT’S COOKIN’ 2NITE:
Pizzas. A ton of pizzas to feed a ton of people that I’m not sure are all going to fit in the house