Where you get to be the boss, of course, and consult your sheet of paper to see what needs to be done and order everyone around. You squish your hands in the pumpkin pulp, carelessly scatter seeds all over the floor and have very little interest in the pumpkins except to draw on them with permanent marker. (So, basically this day is no different than any other.)
Sandi's jack 'o lantern:
Mine (a face only a mother could love- note the deviated septum):
And Ella's, complete with "rosey" cheeks:
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