Carving pumpkins with your father was certainly.. and experience. Especially considering he had no idea what he was doing.

You two are sat on the dining table, and you’re watching as he struggles with the miniature pumpkin carving tools, obviously meant for the hand of a child.

“Bloody fucking- who do they make these tools for? Smurfs?!” He groaned out in frustration, tossing the tool down and going to the kitchen to retrieve a real knife.