Halloween

Yesterday, while at work, I realized we didn't have any pumpkins, which means we hadn't carved anything. Husband couldn't pick one up because he was going to the Cavs' game, and I was working later than normal. I called home, asked the 8 year old if he wanted to carve one, and he said "Yes" (of course). Note: The only reason I asked was because I was envisioning the day of Halloween and him realizing we didn't have one. Parenting is all about choosing the lesser of two evils.

So, I ran into a grocery store on my way home (at 7:00), picked out a pumpkin in about 45 seconds, paid, walked as quickly as I could to my car carrying a 20 lb item, got home at 7:30, called the boy in to put out newspapers, and we carved. He was in bed only a little late. It all worked, and no one cared that it was the night before. I'm sure it was expensive as pumpkins go. We didn't traipse out to a farm and choose the one that spoke to us. And I kept my sanity. Good enough parenting.