Sibling Rivalry

This morning the time came for me to judge the Best Carved Pumpkin competition. Both boys carried their entries into the garden, set them down on the lawn and looked at me expectantly.

I had been dreading this moment, as someone was certain to be disappointed. However, as the two entries had been carved in such contrasting styles I decided to award two prizes — one for the Cutest Pumpkin, one for the Scariest. 

Everyone seemed satisfied, although Wilson complained that there should have been an additional prize for the Largest Pumpkin, while Byron argued for a Smallest Pumpkin prize, and another prize for the pumpkin carved by the youngest competitor. 

Sibling rivalry is a terrible thing.