Ooh, I'm not touching THAT!

Ok, get your minds out of the gutter or wherever else they're at... :)

We're talking pumpkin guts here, people!

Yes, my kids are wimps. Or wusses. Or whatever else you want to call it.

Is it because they're girls? I wouldn't think so since I loved playing in pumpkin guts and seeds when I was a kid...

We started the evening like this:

(You want me to put my hand where???)
And after a lot bit of cajoling, bribery, threats (hey, whatever it took, this is Halloween tradition here!) we did manage to get their hands into the pumpkins. Sort of.

Becca was intrigued:




Hannah was (in true Drama Queen fashion) very squeamish and loud about her desire to get nowhere near the pumpkin insides. She finally relented a little bit:


And then realized it wasn't quite SO bad:


And maybe even kind of fun:


Abby really didn't do too badly, she was very curious:



And both she and Hannah had fun helping Daddy carve the faces into their pumpkins (with a safety knife 'thingy', of course):




While Becca enjoyed ripping the newspaper off the table to shreds...



(Don't ask me why it's fun to put pieces of newspaper on your head...)

And eating raw pumpkin:




So here are the final, finished products!


(Abby's)

(Hannah's)

(Becca's)
And showing off their masterpieces:




Ewwww - run for your life, it's pumpkin guts!!!!!



Splat! :)