For several years now my husband and I have not bothered to carve a pumpkin. We had a "flaming" electric pumpkin that skrieked "Happy Hallowe'en!" and we put that out each year, but with the "kids" all grown no one wanted to bother with the mess and fuss of carving a Jack-o-Lantern.
Now with a little grandchild on the way we have to get in practice for such things again. I picked up a pumpkin yesterday and gutted it while I cooked dinner. Funny how such things don't take nearly so long, nor seem quite as messy as I recall. Perhaps it's the absence of little "helpers"?
Shelby doesn't bother to help. She prefers to supervise.