I've seen other people do it and like the results, so this evening I made my husband gut a pumpkin and then I made my kid sit in it while I documented the experience. Little E had a screaming day, so I figure he owes me.
These are the stages of pumpkin entrapment from grief to acceptance.
Stage One: This is BULLSHIT!!! You cannot do this to me! I have rights!!
Stage Two: Wait. Wait just a minute. I think I may be able to EAT this S.O.B.
Stage Three: Chomp, chomp, chomp.
Stage Four: I am sated. Remove me from this autumnal fruit.
In the true style of my youngest child, he took what could have been a real crap day and ate it.
When Little E was born, he was a wee little man. He tipped the scales at 6lbs 5oz and had dropped to 5lbs 11oz by the time we were discharged. He was only in the 6th percentile for newborn boys :(
My how times have changed. My little tank now boasts a whopping 13lbs 2oz of tubby baby smooshiness! He's soared to the top side of the charts in the 82nd percentile and has gone from 19" to 23 1/4".