Pumpkin carving! Or Turnips, if you’re a traditional witch.
Pumpkins. Festive fall gourds that were decorated in a variety of ways. Some were pinteresty-white-yellow, others were shrek green and theirs of choice?
Classic orange.
They had already picked out the the pumpkins of their choosing and had even decorated some already.
But the one they were focused on was for Vincent's school, because they were doing a contest. So they let Vincent draw, supervised, with a sharpie on his pumpkin beforehand so they could carve it. Why were they carving it and not just doing some pinteresty-mom 5-minute crafts bullshit?
Because they were men and they didn't want to sink that low quite yet.
So, they let him draw on it. Then, came time for the actual carving.
"Are we sure this is a good idea?" Jonny raised an eyebrow as Orlando sat at the kitchen table with the baby on his lap. The pumpkin was pre-gutted because they didn't want him to get freaked out, so all they had to do was actually carve it.
"Well I mean, are we really going to sink to the level of facebook pinterest moms who act like their kids are the next mozart?"
"No, but is it really a good idea to let Vincent use carving tools?"
"Don't worry. I'll get him started." Orlando hummed. "Alright Vin, do you want to stab the knife into the pumpkin?"
"...Yea." Little hands on the knife and bigger hands gently guiding, Vincent decided to just...poke it first with the knife, not even leaving a nick on the darned thing, before Orlando helped him actually insert the knife through the hollow pumpkin so they could actually carve it. This apparently tired out Vincent and he tapped out.
Orlando ended up having to actually carve the pumpkin, following Vincent's guidelines...and they actually won third place in the contest.