The other day the boys carved pumpkins and we set them out on the deck. Ewan was proud of his pumpkins, especially the diminutive pumpkin into which he carved a clumsy smiley face. The next morning while leaving for a playdate, Ewan shrieked and began to cry: by walking outside he had interrupted one of our notorious backyard squirrels furiously digging the face out of his little jack-o-lantern. Liam fetched his empty BB gun and raced to get a good shot but the squirrel had disappeared by then. All that remained was a small, disfigured jack-o-lantern. It was pitiful. Ewan held his pumpkin and wailed, Liam kept a watchful eye on the tree limbs nearest our deck, and I stood and watched them both - consumed equally by laughter and sympathy. I
lied promised Ewan that we would fix his pumpkin and we could even
carve a new one. After a few minutes, Liam lowered the barrel, walked
over to Ewan, and imparted a major life lesson: "Bub, sometimes you get
your way. And sometimes a squirrel scratches your pumpkin's face off.
Life just isn't fair all the time."
Sometimes a squirrel scratches your pumpkin's face off and other life lessons
Dana asks: "Thanksgiving Traditions: Yours or Your Mother's?"