Jack-o'-Lanterns... still punkins at heart.

These are the Jack-‘o’-Lanterns we carved for Halloween last night. Can you guess which one was carved by Dilovely and which by my hubbibi?

E was not happy to see this face on his beloved vegetable. He said, “Punkin… face… face.” He went to touch it and then started to look teary – so Skye (who traditionally spends Halloween with us, helps us with the trick-or-treaters, and leaves unprotected candy on her own porch) whipped it around to face the other way while his back was turned.

This one went over a lot better.

We discovered that Skye can hold her own with the repetitive nature of E’s conversational skills: she can say “Jack-o’-lantern” as many times as he can say “Punkin”. But, strangely (considering what a parrot he’s become), he did not pick up the new word.

Here’s a flashback, just for fun: E one year ago. Awww.

***