Saturday night, the Alabama Crimson Tide football team was demolishing the University of Kentucky on the telly, so I got bored and set about carving a pumpkin for Princess Buttercup. She had also been begging me all day to get the job done.
Earlier that morning, Lefty and I had decided to clean our garage before the football games really got under-way. We could hardly get the car into its port with all of the disorder. I promised to carve the pumpkin later that evening.
While Lefty and I tackled the mess, Princess Buttercup got out my acrylic paint and started painting the pumpkin bright red.
She is going to enter her art into a contest at school and wanted to paint it to look like a red Angry Bird. She changed her mind when she couldn’t figure out the best way to go about doing it. Instead, she decided to just paint it red and make it into a little cottage. She drew the lines for the windows and doorway.
She found a small suitcase cart stashed in the clutter and asked us what it was for. We told her that it was used to cart your suitcase around when you are dashing through an airport. Lefty extended the handle for her, and Princess Buttercup strapped the pumpkin on the cart. She gave it a ride down the driveway and sidewalk. Once we had cleared out the garage, she began frenetically pulling Mr. Pumpkin in circles inside the garage. She had great fun.
Later, during the football game’s second quarter, I took the pumpkin out into the clean garage and began carving per Buttercup’s instructions. She liked the gooey mess from the pumpkin’s innards. I saved the seeds to bake, later.
I’ve got a fun picture of my brother and I sitting happily in front of a pumpkin that Mom carved for us. Mom’s pumpkin looks perfect. I don’t know how she did it. Mine…not so much.
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