This was the year. The year that the Kid would really help carve the pumpkin. He's been telling me for weeks how he was going to scoop out all the goo and collect the seeds.
And then I cracked our pumpkin open and handed him a scoop....
Nope. Good news is, the ladies were more than happy to help. Even molting like crazy, they're the best pumpkin gut clean-up crew ever.
And the Kid had fun excavating, instead.
And "playing tag" with sweet Miss Tori, aka chasing her around the yard until she got mad and cooped herself up for the night.
Then an obligatory pumpkin with belly shot...
...before Sweet Husband cut the face. (That's the part where I would normally be in danger of losing a finger, so.)
Last, of course, was the ceremonial lighting. I ohhed and ahhed while the Kid ignored the pumpkin completely in favor of our neighbors' new puppy. (To be fair, she is adorable!)
And then we went in for dinner. I had planned "pumpkin face" quesadillas, but the Kid was a bit creeped out by them. He would only eat the parts with no face.
So let's recap: I got covered in pumpkin goo and Sweet Husband did all the carving, while the Kid ignored us and did all the things he probably would have done on a normal night. (Minus the momentary pumpkin goo meltdown.)
But I suppose the ladies got a meal at least, and--hey--trick or treating can only go up from here! ;)