Erin asked everyday in October if she could carve pumpkins. I knew if Halloween came and went without jack-o-lanterns, as a mother I would be disappointed in myself, so we crammed in a carving day. I usually hate the mess, but it was ok this year. Erin only cut herself once. While cleaning out the pumpkin, Lizzie said "it feels like puke!"--I wondered how she made that observation--last time she threw up she didn't use her hands, only the bed, carpet, and wall.
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