Apparently, everyone at the school was fine.
Every Hallowe'en at our house begins with carving.
Our pumpkin wore a knight's helmet, to complement the evening's costume.
Don't let the serious face fool you. He was thrilled.
And I got to bemoan the fact that I had my child's "blood on my hands."
Even Lucy got in on the fun, albeit reluctantly.
And the biggest news of all?