“I finally carved a pumpkin,” my daughter announced. I kind of knew what was coming next. “My friends couldn’t believe I had never done that!” she exclaimed. “We always had pumpkins, but we usually painted faces on them,” I reminded.
She was not happy with my explanation. She felt totally deprived.
I did not appreciate the slimy stuff that comes out of pumpkins. I would have been the clean-up crew. …