Mom was a much better artist than Margie, and in no time she'd drawn another face on my body. Although it was still a scary face, it wasn't nearly as ugly as the one Margie had drawn on me. After Margie had washed her face, she came back out. When she saw the face Mom had drawn, she told her mom she liked it.
"Can I carve now?" asked Margie.
"Well we're gonna' have lunch first, and then we'll carve the pumpkin." said Mom.
"But I want to do it now!"
"After lunch," repeated mom. And the two of them went to the kitchen...