Carving pumpkins is Daddy's job now

I tried, I really did. I tried to carve a pumpkin for Brody this morning. We were bored and I was on the verge of hanging myself if I had to listen to the Imagination Movers sing one more time. So I drug in one of the five pumpkins sitting on the porch waiting to be made into a scary Halloween decoration. I got the top off and scraped out the guts easily enough. Then I tried to make a face. I got the eyes done and quit. Brody had long been done watching me (he was too scared to stick his hand in the pumpkin and help pull out the insides. So now I am offivially declaring pumpkin carving dad's job. Mike has way more patience than me anyway. I'll just do the clean up and pretend I helped!