Next deep in pumpkin gizzards

We carved pumpkins last night. This is the second Halloween for the boy but, again, he didn't get to wield a knife. I learned last year that while M-N loves researching complex pumpkin designs online, she's not so much into clawing out the innards of the things.

So while she did research, I scooped. We've been taking advantage of SF's composting options, so even though we didn't toast and eat the seeds, they won't wind up in a landfill.

But for some reason, three pumpkins into the night, I had a shiny film on my scooping paw. It reminded me of when I was a kid and I'd put Elmer's glue on my hand, wait for it to dry, then peel it off like skin. I had a very normal childhood, looking back.

The film wouldn't come off, though. I washed and scrubbed my hands 4 times. So I decided it was the soul of the pumpkins. That didn't stop me from carving.

Eventually, after about 6 tries, I got the last of the film off my hand. What's the point of this story? Well, some day, possibly soon, the boy can take over disemboweling the pumpkins. I think he'll like that.