It's that time of year again, when big orange guords get carved into all kinds of twisted things.
"All right, kids," I said. "Design your pumpkins."
They went to work. When they were done, one had hearts and spirals all over it. The other had...well, I'm not quite sure what it had. It was mostly illegible.
"Mommy, are you going to carve these?"
I wrinkled my brow. "Uh, maybe."
"Okay," my daughter said. "So this spiral has to go like this. And this line has to go like that. And this circle has to be cut just like this. Got it?"
"Hey, these babies are getting carved however I carve them. And that's that."
Then I went to work.
Did I mention that I had a fever, and was coughing like crazy? Yeah. I just found out that I have a nice case of bronchitis.
Anyway, when I was done, I showed them the masterpieces.
My son thought his was great. ( I just ignored the illegible markings and did my own thing.)
My daughter looked at hers. "Wait. What's that?" She pointed at some fancy lines around the pumpkin's face.
"Flaming hair, of course," I said.
"Hey, listen." I said. "If you're going to make me carve spirals and hearts when I feel this awful, I cetainly can take the liberty of carving flaming hair."
Happy Halloween (cough, cough).