Like any other Halloween, ours started with a vision, that morphed quickly into an unrealistic expectation, and matured into frustration.
But this year, it didn’t end in disappointment.
Which is nice.
As is normal, we start with the gutting. Truly, it’s a man’s job. (Did I say ‘truly’? I meant ‘Thankfully’)
“Are you just going to watch me do all of these, Dear?”
You’re doing fine, love. I’ll just sit here with the camera.
“mumble mumble rats a fratza….better get some roasted pumpkin seeds for this….”
This can take a while, depending on the squash, man!
“Mom, I totally have got this.”
I begged My Captain to keep Critter’s expectations in check when the carving came. I encouraged him to mitigate the disappointment. I feared the tears to come. Why couldn’t we have just stuck with the ol’ triangle eyes and nose?
Here I was trying to lower expectations, and here he was, blowing me away with his talents.
Obviously there are times when it’s more helpful to say nothing.
NOT my strong suit…….