Streetalk: What’s your relationship with your pumpkin?

Stennis: Love-hate. We once rode across the park for a couple of hours. I love the pumpkin — but hate it when I cut a hole in its face. What if I cut a hole in your face? You’d be furious. When I’m in the truck, I take him on adventures, butter him up a bit, have a great time. I ride around with him for a couple of weeks, like a dog in the car, then put a knife to him. A couple of years ago, I made him look like he was throwing up. I called him Puking McPukerson.

Jessica: Intimate. You got to name it, right? Maybe you’re feeling sassy; you name him George. Maybe it’s sexy; you name it Sasha. You pray to it. The lord, man, is amazing. He will download some stuff. God created it, and you’re turning it into some beautiful creation. God made that pumpkin for a reason. When that seed entered the earth, it grew for a reason. God named that pumpkin before it was even a sprout. It’s glory to God. Put that light inside it, it’s like Christ is inside you, right? It’s light flowing from the darkness.

Aleesha: I named my pumpkin last year Bubbles. It calls you in Wal-Mart, it reaches out to you. You pick him up, you turn him around. Bubbles was very cool. He had a nice little ride in the grocery cart, kind of helped me pick out some eggs, a little cheese. I think Bubbles thought he was having dinner with us later on. But I feel bad about cutting him up. Feels gross and sticky. You feel like you’ve killed him. We were very careful with him, so we made him look extra special. We made him blow a bubble. But I killed Bubbles.