Gunkins (Pumpkins)

We carved pumpkins last night. Mama had visions of a great fun family event. I had visions of small boys knife fighting in a shower of orange gore. Reality was some where in the middle.

We had three small pumpkins and two big ones. I cut the tops out and sent them on to the table where Tracy and the boys were waiting. Tracy began trying to get them to pull the seeds out. Rhys thought the slimey, nasty, stringy mess was fantastic fun. Owyn didn't want to have anything to do with something that icky.

Owyn left early. He had hands to wash and shows to watch. Rhys got sent to the naughty step after he refused to stop throwing spoon fulls of seeds around the room. Mama was vexed. I quietly carved my stroke victim pumpkin and left the room.

I suspect that the event was not all that Mama had hoped for.