Carving Pumpkins and Randomness

First the randomness.

The other day I asked Josh to please bring the recycling bin back up to the house after the garbage man had come.  It was a windy day and after a while Josh came back in and said "I can't do it.  The wind is too heavy, the recycling bin fell on me."

Josh was trying to tell me how long it took to do something and he said "It probably took 1 min less than 1/2 an hour."

The other day we were in the car and my legs were hurting (stupid RSL).  I kept changing positions until Mike asked what was wrong.  "My legs are killing me" I said.
Josh, thinking I was talking about my legs being asleep, chimed in saying "I know what you mean.  It's like their snores are all poky."
I laughed because I thought that was a great way to describe  how your legs feel when they're asleep but since that wasn't what was going on I said "No, my legs are just retarded."
To which Josh replies, "Don't you mean tired?"

Carving Pumpkins
Last week Josh went on a field trip to a corn maze.  He had a great time.  The first thing he asked me when he got home though was "Who are you going to vote for?"  Where did that come from?  Evidently at the maze you could either pick to go through Obama or Romney.  I told him who I was going to vote for and he said that's who he was voting for too.  Good kid.  Anyway, at the end they were all able to pick out a pumpkin to take home.  Josh had started prepping me the day before saying that he was going to bring home a surprise from his field trip but that he wouldn't tell me what it was.  I didn't have the heart to tell him that I'd been on enough of those field trips to know that he'd be bringing home a pumpkin.  He even carried it all the way home in his backpack so that I couldn't accidentally catch a glimpse of it.  It was pretty cute.

As soon as he got it home he wanted to carve it.  Normally I would have put it off and thought of a million and one things that we needed to do instead of this but after looking at the hopeful look on his face, I helped him get everything ready so he could carve it.  It wasn't really that bad, it's just the thought of it that seems hard.  Last time we did this, he didn't like touching all the 'guts' so this time I told him that there was no way I was doing it by myself and if he wasn't going to help, then we weren't going to carve the pumpkin.  He agreed to help and we were soon finished cleaning it all out.  I had him draw on the pumpkin where he wanted everything to go and how he wanted it to look and then I figured I'd have to do the carving.   But he got the carving knife out and with barely any assistance from me, carved his very first pumpkin all by himself.

I forgot to get a picture of his actually Jack-o-lantern until it had already turned all moldy but here it is anyway.