can i help you?

amalea sidled on over to mom, who was in the laundry room, and in her best southern belle voice amalea spoke, "mom...can i help you?". the following photo shoot ensued:

the evening, which was yesterday, concluded with a transformation of pumpkins into jack-o-lanterns (and of little girls into cackling kooks). note - amalea directed the carving efforts of which isabel didn't take much interest other than extending her pointer finger and prodding some pumpkin pulp and a seed on two different occasions.