After the tramatic Botox experience we went to Papa's to have some fun carving pumpkins. (My dad refused to carve them until the afternoon of Halloween because it was around 90 degrees that day and he didn't want them to rot.)

You can't see it very well, but Rachel had little bits of pumpkin guts all over her sleeves. Gross!
The sick thing is that she really wanted to wear this dress to preschool the next day so I picked off most of the pumpkin and sent her on her way.