When I say "we" I meant D and I...and the boys "helped."
They helped by picking out a pattern to put on the pumpkin, whined about the gooiness of the pumpkin guts, and refused to touch it, helped by poking holes from the pattern onto the pumpkin (if you're C, you are poling holes EVERYWHERE), and putting your fingers precariously close to sharp knife blades.
Yep, fun was had by
C's pumpkin was the bane of my existence. He picked a moderately hard one...and then he poked holes EVERYWHERE making it difficult to see where to really cut.
So, here's our line up:
In the light:
A's is the spider
Mine is the funny Frankenstein.
C's is the next one.
D's is the U of M block M. (Go blue!)
Ok...can you tell what it is? It's the one on the left below: