Oh the carnage! When I left for my meeting we still had pumpkins, but when I came home there jack-o-lanterns in their place, and guts everywhere.
Of course, much of that statement is categorically untrue. Obviously I was there at the beginning of the slaughter to take some pictures, and my wonderful husband would never have left pumpkin guts all over the house when the butchering was done, plus even after the dust cleared there was still one pumpkin left to be slain. But this was the first year that we just gave Calvin a pumpkin and said go. With a safety knife, of course. His pumpkin, below on the right, is an artistic rendering of the singing pumpkins we see annually at Hallowe'en Nights; note that he is singing a great Halloween song for you (laaaa!)