Before we can start carving, Daddy always has to go online to find a cool face to use.
I don't know how Daddy could stand to put his hand inside all of that slime. I wouldn't touch it with a ten foot pole.
Well, maybe a ten inch spoon.
Then Daddy tricked me. He threw some slime on my shirt sleeve while I was trying to scoop out some goop with my spoon.
I was not happy.
Until the "traditional" pumpkin goober fight began.
The goal was too slime everyone else and try not to get slimed yourself. Not even Mommy was safe, and she was holding the camera.
And guess who got to clean it up? Mommy said no more pumpkin fights. Daddy said, okay. No fights for a whole year.
We didn't carve Cooper's pumpkin but we did draw a face on it. I got to help Mommy with the face.
Cooper's grave is right underneath three big trees. They had all lost their leaves. Look at how many there are!
You know I couldn't resist playing in all of that awesomeness!
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