William came over to carve his pumpkin. We discussed the usual faces, but I said, "You know when your mom was little we always used to make a ghost pumpkin..." and I drew a picture.
He looked at it. He said, "Grandma, I'm not sure you're artistic."
Fair enough. I'm not.
He took the innards out of his pumpkin, thinking about it.
"We better do a face," he decided.
"Okay," I said.
He worked. I separated the seeds from the pulp and set them aside to dry.
When he was finished, we got a marker to plan the face. He stood there with an agonized look on his face. "I like the idea of the ghost though."