What is it about boys and destruction. Is it just mine? Finn had been asking, and asking, and asking to smash our sweet little pumpkins we had carved a few weeks ago. It seems a bit early for pumpkin smashing, but I will admit, the wilting, orange jack’s had seen better days. Shortly after carving, they filled with fruit flies (while still sitting atop our microwave, mind you). We immediately moved them outside to the deck railing where we figured the cold air would keep them a bit longer. We lit them at dusk a fair amount of times and watched them from inside as we ate dinner, their inner glow flickering wildly in the chilly, windy October nights we have had.
So, when Finn asked for what seemed like the millionth time if he could smash the pumpkins last Sunday afternoon, I finally relented. You would think I had graced him with some amazing privilege, which, I guess to him it was. He smiled that crazy, silly, devilish little grin and with a huge heave over his head – he flung the first pumpkin with amazing force! Then again with the second pumpkin. Each lost some flesh, but it didn’t end there. He ran down the deck stairs, gathered the remains, and continued this game over and over until there weren’t enough large pieces to justify any more smashing.
So…we are down two little jack-o-lanterns, but I guess the good thing about early pumpkin-chucking, is that we can get ourselves to the pumpkin patch, pronto, and gather some more to carve with new silly faces, that will inevitably collect fruit flies, that will eventually meet their fate at the bottom of our yard. The squirrels will feast on our recycled “back to the earth” mentality – all because I have a boy who thrives on the thrill of destroying some pumpkins. I look forward to enjoying this cycle all over again – very soon!!