We had our annual pumpkin massacre last night. Molly, Nora, Meg, and two of Meg’s friends joined in on the fun. Hacking, slashing, gutting, and generally making a mess. 3 orange pumpkins and two whites.

It’s hard to believe that in this day and age of commercialism of pagan rituals that a 16-year-old might not have carved a pumpkin before. Well, believe it or not, this was Tyler’s very first time at carving a pumpkin. 16 years old and had never had the pleasure of getting gooey pumpkin guts all over his fingers. 

I’ll get some pictures up later.