The kids finally convinced John and I to carve pumpkins tonight. This is the first year that the kids have gone for scary pumpkins, and I blame it completely on Brigham. He started, and it just spread. The only one who didn't sucker into was Paul. Paul knew he wanted bats from the get-go and never changed his mind. So, here they are, on our front porch.
After having carved most of these pumpkins on my own (poor John was wiped out after having taken care of the kids all day so I could rest up from my cold), I look forward to the time when the kids are big enough to wield knives on their own.