After church today, we all headed to the pumpkin patch to pick out our traditional Halloween pumpkin. Thinking we were wise, for the first time ever, we went small - electing to pick pumpkins that were just big enough for Grace and Jack to handle (8 inch diameter). In this way, we speculated that the children could gut their own pumpkins, instead of Mom.
Grace was so excited to do her own pumpkin that it took everything she could muster to sit down and have lunch before preparing to carve it. Unable to stand it any longer, we settled down at the table after lunch to cut the top around the stem of the pumpkin. Sharp steak knife at the ready, I quickly discover that our pumpkin appears to be VERY thick headed.
** stab ** (silent maternal scream) Nooooo!
No! No! **stab**stab** NOOOOOOOOO!
No matter how hard I tried, the blade refused to go any further than 1/4 of an inch deep. A quick knock on the pumpkin confirmed my worst fear - rock solid.
Poor Grace. She was crushed. This was going to be her first "Do it all by myself" pumpkin. We resorted to gluing googley eyes, puff balls and making a wig for the pumpkin out of yarn.
In this case, bigger really is better.
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