Thursday, November 1, 2007

Of Pumpkins and Pizza

Twas the night before Halloween and the pumpkins were still without faces,
We did mean to carve them, but our schedules were without spaces.
Determined to make each one a gutless, glowing, winner,
We were forced to choose between jack-o-laterns and dinner.


The solution, we thought, order pizza and fast,
Tate's happy mood is not going to last.
So we were fed and the pumpkins faces adorned,
And thus, the pizza and pumpkins tradition was born.



The pumpkin carving was awesome. Somehow, I tricked Phil into scooping out all the guts, and I got to do all the carving. I'm a sly one.




Tate was really into it at first. He would wildly wave his arms as Phil cut the hole in the top. He thought it was hilarious.




Then he got a look at the gooey mess that lives inside a pumpkin. He didn't like it any more. Scared of pumpkin guts. What a girly man.


That's pretty much how it ended up. Tate playing Catch Phrase by himself in the corner, Phil and I finishing the jack-o-laterns. Aunt Andrea taking pictures and texting on her cell phone. Talk about family togetherness.


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