The pumpkins we bought nearly a week ago, just kept staring at me. Everyday, those passing glances brought dread, and obligation. There isn't much I like about this ritual, besides the adorable/frightening pumpkin faces, and seeing my kids happy, and the pumpkins seeds to snack on at the end of it all. I don't know what it is. The giant sharp knives around the small kids that they just keep trying to grab. "Can I do that eye?" Yikes! Carving pumpkins is a two adult task, so I made Tom help me out right before he headed back to Las Vegas. I must say, the pumpkin we found was a one in a million one. I just kept laughing and laughing. The best part was the no carving necessary.