Unlike the pumpkin carving events of 2008 and 2009, Atticus was very enthusiastic about tonight's adventure with my dad. According to Atticus, fear of pumpkins is only for babies. Now that he's a mature man of three years, he wasn't feeling scared at all. He forgot, however, that he's completely repulsed by the smell of raw pumpkin. I should have seen that coming. Last weekend he woke up requesting that we make pumpkin pie and then spent the entire time that the pumpkin was in the oven talking about how stinky and gross it smelled. Weirdo.
Norah, on the other hand, maintained her enthusiasm throughout the carving and was a great helper. She's the one who requested a smiley face. There's also a grumpy face drawn on the backside of it because she needed it to feel true happiness about the pumpkin situation.
Thank you Grandpa Terry!