So we carved the pumpkins, and to my horror, once the candle was lit, what was supposed to look like an evil, flaming skull wound up with a rather unfortunate looking area right in the middle of it's forehead. I won't go into gory details, but consider a certain appendage of the male anatomy and you'll get the picture. Needless to say, some adjustments were in order, and so the evil, scary, meant to terrorize small children (but not like that!) skull became....wait for it...a campfire. Yup. Campfire. Not the effect I was going for, but at least it won't scare the small children in a way that was never intended, and I won't have to explain to my neighbours what the heck happened.
I don't know who laughed harder, me or my son, but of course the inevitable comment came out, "You're an artist! How'd you manage that?" Oh well, it's the same reason I don't like playing Pictionary - too much pressure! And so, outside our front door we have a scary devil skull my son carved, we have a goofy google-eyed skull that I carved, and we have a warm, welcoming campfire. With any luck, a few witches and goblins will stop by to warm their feet by the fire :)
Here's wishing you a scary, not too soggy, Halloween.