11 years, 11 months.

Dear Jack,

It is well established by now that you are the official family member who always carves the pumpkin for our front porch.

This year, you added a special touch: A pink Laffy Taffy that looked like the pumpkin’s tongue.

Not only do you do an awesome job, because you are so creative, but selfishly, I appreciate you always elect yourself as our family’s pumpkin carver because ultimately… I have zero interest in bothering with it.

If it were up to me, there would be no Jack-O’-Lantern.

It would never even cross my mind.

But we have you around, so it always gets done!

Love,

Daddy