So I decided that since this was so important to him, I would make it important to me. First, I made sure everyone was going to be home at the same time. This is getting tricky these days and the reality that it will only continue is hitting home hard. But that is a post for another day.
Next, we covered the table with cardboard and
my husband started the party with cutting off
the tops. Let the fun begin.....
Hunter was determined to save every seed for either planting or roasting. The slimy mess was everywhere.
Coleman wasn't sure if he was ready to dig in. Just removing the top was enough for him.
They each determined what their pumpkin's face would look like. I was on serious knife duty. Praying that no one would lose a finger.
Hunter was involved in every detail.....
Meet the "Pumpkins"