Obviously, I couldn't give a seventeen-month-old a knife, so Mason became the designated seed-scooper-outer.
He ended up being very interested in this pumpkin business, inspecting it carefully. He smelled it:
looked inside:
and, of course, tasted it:
All that scooping wore the kid out, and with Mason safely in his crib for nap time, I did the carving:
Not exactly a work of art, but what could you possibly expect in the span of a twenty-three minute nap? When he woke, I let him inspect the finished product.
I guess he was satisfied, but it took him all of forty-five seconds to take the top off and proceed to shove it inside the pumpkin, crushing my hard work.
Ack. Babies. This is why we don't have any nice things.
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