Seriously. I didn’t know what to say. I still don’t.
Still, we saved this pumpkin from the unruly frat boy who would have done horrible, horrible things to it. I feel good about this. And since it was my darling four-year-old who chose this particular obscenity, I merely flipped it around and called it a heart.
This, dear ones, is called a spin. And it was a darn good one. Happy Halloween, friends. Be safe!