Happy Halloween?

OK, so check this out...

Last night, Daddy brought the pumpkins in from outside. He put a bunch of newspaper down on the table and started cutting into them. Scooped out all the guts and stuff (um, gross) and was messing around with 'em.

I wasn't paying much attention - in fact, I went to my room with Mommy to put my PJs on.

Then I came back and Daddy asked me if I wanted to see the pumpkin. Of course I did, I love pumpkins... or so I thought.

He turned it around and there was this HUGE SCARY FACE on it. I scared the poop out of me. For reals. I ran away screaming.

Why the heck would Daddy do something like that to my pumpkin? It's Halloween!!! I was told its a time to dress up and get candy. It's supposed to be a happy time. You know, they say "Happy Halloween", not "Freak-out Scary Halloween".

So, after a few hugs and Daddy putting that THING outside, we calmed down. In fact, Mommy took out other pumpkin and carved Elmo's face in it.

That's more like it.