Allow me to present to you the carving station. I know I'm a genius, you really don't have to tell me.
After stripping Mads down to just a diaper, I plopped her in the kiddie pool with her pumpkin.
After Daddy ever so gently removed the top of the big pumpkin, Mads got very curious:
Curiosity quickly turned to revulsion, as she yelled "Ew! Ew! Ewww!" when Daddy plopped the first handful of pumpkin guts a little too close to Madelynn's delicate footsies:
Repulsion turned to fear:
And fear turned to screaming mess when one tiny seed landed on her foot:
After this, you couldn't have paid Mads to get back in that pool, and my plans to take a million pictures of Babe elbow deep in pumpkin innards were squashed. Jeffrey and I were clearly on our own.