From pumpkin to jack-o-lantern is not one for the faint of heart...or at least not for the one who doesn't like "icky" and also is not licensed to operate heavy knivery.
She didn't have any idea what was about to happy but told me I was making a "mess" when I laid out the newspaper.
Then the fun started...
She baby'd up soon though. Helping Dada scoop,
and me design her pumpkin.
Then she got bored and weird.
The finished products:
Mama's and Dada's
And Molly's.
And for the questions that will follow:
(1) The hands look different because, as a 17 month old, she found it hard to sit still while I traced them onto the pumpkin.
(2) We didn't pick the pumpkin with that black gross spot on it. Our friendly neighborhood squirrels left it as their "trick" part of trick or treating.
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