jack's heartbreak

Each year after Halloween, there is the horrible day the pumpkins have molded to the point of becoming a health hazard and I tell the boys it's time to throw them away. I try to wait as long as possible. Jack is devastated every time. He gets very attached to his jack-o-lanterns. I try to take pictures for him to keep, but forgot to do it right after Halloween this year, so his pumpkin had turned into a grandpa pumpkin who was missing his dentures.


We had some tears, and then said our good byes. I always feel like the bad guy when it is said and done. 
Poor little man. Poor me.