About 3 years ago, when Darius was around 2, we decided to begin hosting an annual Pumpkin Carving Party. When D was little, he wouldn't go near the inside of the pumpkin. This year, he lasted about 5 minutes before he went inside to play with my God-daughter, Bella. So if the past is any prediction to the future, he'll carve his own pumpkin when he's 23.
I know, you are all thinking that Ya-Ya carved this one of Yoda. This one is all me, thankyouverymuch. And I managed to do this without swearing once or totally losing my cool, so I say that clearly I'm the winner! Take that, Ya-Ya.
Neville, who I love to tease for never really getting a "real childhood" carved the first pumpkin of his entire life. It's the little one on the left. The one that Darius was supposed to carve himself. That was before Darius realized thast Ya-Ya could do a way better job than he could so he left it to the professional. Which basically sums up every art project in my entire life. What's that old saying "Those who can can, those who can't teach." All my life it's basically been "Those who can't, call Ya-Ya."
My dad bought a special rotary tool to make the skeleton. Leave it to Ya-Ya to out-do the rest of us. My dad could probably carve a pumpkin with the knife in his mouth and it would still turn out 10 times more awesome than the rest of us.
The kids in the neighborhood (all 16 of them that knocked on the door for a piece of candy) all loved our pumpkins. Ya-Ya's were the favorites. Of course, Ya-Ya always wins.
