Dad is like any school-age kid: he knew about this office pumpkin-decorating contest weeks ago, but he chose this weekend to insist that mom and I come up with something for him. Our creations have won him prizes in years past . . .

Mum and I are resourceful, anyway: this is how we decorated Dad’s pumpkin for an office contest last night, without the luxury of a gluegun. The primary supplies came from a small pot of flowers I took home from work Saturday. I think she has purty eyes, although the big red cauliflower nose and that unibrow are unfortunate.