A nice or a creepy face, I ask. A nice one, she says. And so we make the pumpkin smile.
What next, a friendly or a creepy one, I ask. A creepy one, she says and giggles. So we carve big, gaping eyes, a grotesquely carved mouth, a nose of two nostrils that seem to breathe fire. A nightmare, a pumpkin, a fun time in the garden.