All the men in my household are currently carving pumpkins (I stepped in to help with the gut removal). The youngest child is singing "Knife goes in, guts come out" which if you know the song means we enjoyed the same sort of pop culture back in the 90s. He's gleefully playing in pumpkin innards and making jokes about guts, even going to far as to help his father empty his gourd.
Meanwhile the oldest child is dry heaving and almost threw up in his bag of pumpkin waste... Poor kid, but he toughed it out and hollowed out his pumpkin. I appreciate that he didn't give up.
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