The only thing I like less than carving pumpkins is dying Easter eggs. Although, this year was less awful than most. The pumpkins seemed to have less guts than usual, and more seeds?
Obviously, Jack and Grace are a little too young to handle the butcher knife part of the event, so I end with the job. Mike was texting Gawd knows who and watching baseball all evening, so...of no help whatsoever.
We ended up with these beauties
Another view...
And with dog...
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