Brock: Judge, Jury & Executioner

This weekend we had one of our big (extended) family Thanksgiving dinners.  This one was at my maternal grandparents’ house which is always fun because there are TONS of people there (there were even more than usual there this year!) and several of my cousins have kids that are about my kids’ ages. 

Holy run-on sentence, batman.

Anyway, it’s fun for the kids because they drag out all of the “old” toys (aka: the ones that I played with.  Humph) and, in general, get spoiled by their great-grandparents.  It’s fun for the adults because we can put the kids together in a cage à la celebrity death match and the winner gets to bring home their kid!  Fun for all ages!

I’m kidding.

After everybody said their “hellos”, after the turkey was carved, and after everybody arranged their side dishes (I brought cranberry salad that Brock kept telling everybody was raspberry salad.  Tomato/Tomatoe.  Either way, it’s easy and delish.), we all gathered in the garage (I wasn’t kidding about the big group.  We outgrew the kitchen table long ago).  As we bowed our heads to pray, the room fell silent.

“Dear Lord,

            We thank you for these bountiful gifts that you have bestowed upon us-”


You’ve got to love how children keep everybody honest.

Even if it means they risk their own life in the process.


3 thoughts on “Brock: Judge, Jury & Executioner

  1. I glad you enjoyed your self I don’t know what we will do when we get where we can’t do it. Hope we can do it for the rest of or life. I love doning it. It was great have the group that was at Church that talk about there mission trip, to see the blessing that they got out of that trip. I think some of our kids are going to try to go next year what a blessing to have the family together. Sorry Char, Jeff, Peton, C.J. and Andrew could not be there we sure missed them. Love you all

  2. And you forgot, as everyone snickered, the prayer continued!! What our parents used to tell us was, if your eyes were closed, you wouldn’t see who had theirs open, still didn’t matter, we busted them anyway!
    Family traditions run deep.

  3. That’s hilarious! I would tell Greg, though, that our pastor told us in confirmation class that it didn’t matter to God if you had your hands folded, head bowed and eyes closed . . . all He cares about is that you’re paying attention and mean what you pray!

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