Round and orange, scooped out clean, face all carved for Halloween

It seems like everything we do at our house we do with mental stopwatch ticking in our heads...how many minutes will we be able to do this activity before someone has a tantrum/gets hurts/gets punished/falls apart/etc. A few days before Hallween we decided to scoop and carve the pumpkins and our stopwatch broke a long distance record. Grace tried her hand once or twice in the pumpkin to scoop out the guts, but didn't feel it was dignified behavior for a princess, so she then moved seeds that were already scooped out into different piles on the table (happily). Stuart started out scooping with glee, then decided to display his knife wielding skills and raided the knife drawer every few minutes to find the right one for his cutting application (we approached a time out situation at that point), and the baby was squealing and flapping and making the funniest faces so long as her chair was pushed up in between all the gut slinging action at the table. I guess when things get boring this winter, we'll have to experiment with other vegetables.