“Boo!”
“Boo Who? It’s Easter!”
Time. Where does it go? It sure flies. It seems like only yesterday I was waiting until the last minute to carve pumpkins. Now I am trying to dodge white vinegar and color fizz tablets.
Kyle is reminding me that I have this terrible habit… that at Halloween I tried to escape the great pumpkin… tippy-toeing through the house when he caught me inches from my bedroom door.
“Mommmm! Don’t go to bed! Draw a picture on the pumpkin so dad can carve it.”
“Ohhhhhh Kyle — it’s late, it’s bedtime, can’t we do it tomorrow?”
“Nope we can’t do it tomorrow. It’s tradition to do it the night before.”
(Poor kid — doesn’t realize that some households actually have jack-o-lanterns on the porch for a week already.)
“Kennnn” I plead but it’s pointless, I’ve been doing the pumpkins for decades. “Can you draw the picture this time? I’ve been doing it for 23 years.”
Kyle freaks out. “Daddd!!! No way!!! Dad can’t even write cursive!!!”
(It’s true — Ken is a lefty and can barely print. When Marissa was in fourth grade he wrote her teacher a note and the teacher sent it back home with a detention– insisting Marissa wrote it herself.)
“Ohhhh! That hurts.” Ken jiggles his fingers at our spooked out son. “I think we should just take a sledge hammer to the pumpkin and call it Roadkill.”
“That’s not funny dad.”
(Oddly enough, I think it is a wonderful idea.)
“Ken! Go get the sledge hammer.”
Kyle, somewhat concerned that his poopy parents might be remotely serious, runs to my hip. “Plllleeeeeeeasssseee Mommmmm???”
“Pllllleeeeeeeasssseee son. I am really tired. Can’t we get sommmmebody else to carve it?
Hearing all our extra consanants, Ken quickly snaps into super hero action. He grabs the telephone receiver. Pretends to dial the phone.
“Hello? Yeah is this sommmmmebody? Good. We are looking for a pumpkin carver. Yes, that is right. We want someone to come over and carve our pumpkins. All I can come up with is a roadkill concept and no one likes that idea.”
Bwa-hah-hah! Instantly I am a casualty of my husband’s good humor. I am already pulling the plastic cap off the permanent marker scribbling a Chicago Cubs logo on the front of the big orange gourd. The Davis family enjoys Halloween that eve just like they are going to do Easter eggs on Saturday night — at the last minute.
We’re totally last minute about pumpkin carving and egg decorating, too. We always do the Easter eggs the night before, and invite Grandma and a couple other older family members over to share the tradition. It’s actually kind of fun making a party out of it.
I’m still hoping to get out of the Easter egg thing. I usually try to skate on the pumpkin carving too.
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Your blog is darlin’! Thank you so much for your wonderful comments on mine! I like my little stinkers, too
That cracks me up about his handwriting, I see that same thing in my brother’s future (if he ever gets married and has kids that is.) His handwriting is nearly illegible.
Sounds like you have a ton going on!
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Thank you so much for your comment on my blog!!! It is great to meet you!!!
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