Walter and his preschool class visited the local pumpkin patch on Friday and he brought home a beauty.
When I walked in, he and his sister had the top halfway off. They aren't allowed to use sharp knives, so they were using what we call "peanut butter knives," the kind we use to make sandwiches. Kayla was attempting to do this with one arm in a sling, Walter was egging her on.
I took charge, said we'd do the pumpkin later, set it aside and checked my email. George cut the lid off for them later and the kids sat on the family room floor and dissected out the guts. (Yeah, it would have been better on the table, or maybe the kitchen floor, bathroom floor, outside, on the counter, on the deck, on the picnic table ... but then how could they watch TV while doing it?)
Anyway, the next step was the face. Kayla took instruction and drew it on with a ball point pen. A pretty good job considering she was doing it left handed. Walter must have asked 57 times in a row if it was time to cut out the face, but I kept saying it needed to be in the daytime. (Good reason, right?)
All day Saturday I put him off. I had Important Things to do. Then it was dark again, shucks, had to wait for morning.
Today was busy, all right, and when we got home around 4, I realized the pumpkin was still sitting on the table, decaying a little but with no eyes, nose or mouth.
So I took a nap.
But when I got up a
couple of hours little later, I got the sharpest knife I could find and bored out those little designs. It took me five, maybe 10 minutes including the teeth which were tricky. Another few minutes to find a tea light, couple more to find a lighter and then I called Walter to see. He leaped three feet vertically when he saw it, then grabbed it to run outside. We got it outside and lit the wick. He dropped on the lid and pffffffffft out went the candle. We tried again and ... perfection. The absolutely perfect jack o' lantern, and the absolutely delighted boy.
It was finally "later."