Halloween was brutal.  My son got a pumpkin that was well over 45 pounds.  He had to get the biggest one on the farm.  We bought it in Fredonia, Wisconsin and saved it until it came time to carving for Halloween.  He was so happy that when he cut it open the hole was big enough to put his head inside.  Mind you....dad had to lift the pumpkin onto his head and set it on.....I was actually afraid that he was going to fall over from the weight of it...but boys will be boys and he really wanted to do it.  No trick photos here.  This photograph ain't doctored in any way.

HOWEVER......

However, my son, Brett, did get revenge on the pumpkin.  He took out a knife and went to work.  At the end of the day he felt that he had won the pumpkin battle and gave the little pumpkin a few drinks, but quickly realized that this dude needed to drink outside.  Needless to say, Old Mr. Peter Pumpkinhead can't hold his liquor as evidenced by this picture.