Oh yes, dear Reader, it's been a while but today we've been back into the kitchen to prepare for a Halloween Party with TheBoyWhoLikesWarwickDavis later on.
Step 1: Prepare the pumpkin
Take your pumpkin. If you are not sure if it's the perfect one or not, don't worry, choose one of the other three that arrived because Dad can't work how to do internet shopping.
Other successes in the vegetable ordering category included three potatoes and a single courgette. Ask The Boy to draw a face on one of the pumpkins.
Cut it out while he goes back to the computer as he's "tired." Realise your knives are about as sharp as a teaspoon. Decide to use a teaspoon. Ask yourself why you're even doing this. After twenty minutes The Boy will come back and tell you he can build a mansion on Minecraft quicker than you can carve a pumpkin. Tell him he isn't helping. After fifty minutes...
The Boy comes in and declares it's the best pumpkin he's ever made. Dad decides to up the ante and declares he can make a Homer Simpson face out of one of the other pumpkins. The Boy is thrilled. Dad gets to work.
Spot on. Now on to step 2...
Step 2: Make a spooky graveyard cake
You will need:
Realise the battery has gone in the scales. Just guess everything. Put some butter in a pan and ask The Boy to break some chocolate into little pieces. Tell him to stop eating the marshmallows. Ask him to stir the mixture while complaining that he's burning.
Tell The Boy to come back into the kitchen. Add what's left of the marshmallows to the pan.
Listen to The Boy explain how he gets 'tireder more quicker' than anyone else. In between the moans of agony listen to the phrase "Looks like cow-pat, looks like cow-pat" being repeated over and over as he stirs reluctantly.
Just throw in the Rice Krispies and let's get out of this kitchen as quickly as possible.
Place the delightful mixture into a lightly greased tray. Decorate.
There. A scary pumpkin, spooky graveyard cake and Homer Simpson.
Happy Halloween from both of us x
This blog is about bringing up The Boy. He's 12 years old and autistic. It's written by The Dad. It's my words, my view. Other people will think differently and have different opinions. Good.