Not my idea (this year)

Last year, when we roasted pumpkins, we counted the seeds.  I thought it was the nerdiest activity ever, but good counting practice.

This year, Frances reminded me of last year's counting and insisted me do it again.  

She even got quite snippity when Chandler was less than precise in her counting.

Then they bickered.

Then they fought.

Then they cried.

Repeat, ad nauseum.

It's my Groundhog's Day, all year long.