02 November 2011
Evelyn was much more helpful this year. Last time, the slimy pumpkin guts were too much and she refused to reach her hand in. This time, there was a gross fascination with it and she dug most of it out herself, expertly sifting the seeds from the pulp.
She did the same with Claire's little pie pumpkin. Man, that thing was tough! At least it turned out cute so I suppose it was worth the effort.
It was some kind of vampiric Frankenstein monster or something. I think it turned out sufficiently creepy.
So, we lit the pumpkins before we sent Evelyn up to bed. Hers and Claire's definitely glowed the best.
The poor carved gourds didn't even last the night. The frost in the midnight hour weakened them which, when they thawed in the warm morning sun, turned to a wrinkly mush. My witch's nose deflated and Jack's dried out pumpkin face became more defined. Oh, well. I suppose it just made them more spooky.