It’s really no contest around here. One, because it’s not a contest. Two, because Mom’s the artist and her pumpkin always kicks all the other pumpkin asses. But THIS year we have another participant, one TJ Young, artist and comedian. If we had the sister-in-law here, also an artist, we’d have a real championship. But as it stands, mostly all this amounts to is TJ and Mom complimenting each other’s pumpkins profusely, me over-carving my pumpkin in a typical fit of ambition, and Daddy doing some solid pumpkin chopping until the nephew becomes bored (in 15 minutes, which, considering the fact that he’s a kid, not so bad).