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Every year when I was growing up, my sister and I would carve pumpkins — standard run of the mill jack-o-lanterns with triangles for eyes and jaggedly crooked mouths — haphazardly hacked with our father’s giant butcher’s knife. They were nothing like the intricate designs you can achieve now-a-days with a simple kit but since we didn’t know better we thought they were works of art and proudly displayed them on our
We went pumpkin picking on Sunday with a few of our friends and the seven children we’ve cumulatively amassed over the past few years. Before this baby boom began, I was the only one with a kid and most of our time spent with this particular group of friends involved beer pong and dinners where we served wine instead of, not in addition to, chocolate milk. Now parties end at a considerably earlier