My husband and his cohorts are fabricating a giant device (aka- trebuchet, ancient weapon of war) to launch pumpkins so that they can get together with their other cohorts and see how much damage can be done.


A medieval touch. I predict someone will lose an eye.

Under construction

The foreman

Some sort of caucus, no doubt it involves making the device more dangerous.

Charlie is fascinated by the entire process. Of course, it could just be that he thinks his dad is the coolest person EVER, and is totally entranced by everything he does.

A little too pleased with himself if you ask me. I detect a hint of madness.

"Get back to work, you!"
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