Well, Daddy made it. NO WAY was I touching the slimy crap. Especially after Mommy flatly refused.
She took pictures and I made faces and cringed while Daddy decapitated and gutted our pumpkin.
We roasted seeds, but that was icky. We spent the night together watching movies in the dark and drinking chocolate milk.
Daddy's a really good guy...he's just weird.
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