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!
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.
We thank you for these bountiful gifts that you have bestowed upon us-”
DAD!!!! CLOSE YOUR EYES!!!
You’ve got to love how children keep everybody honest.
Even if it means they risk their own life in the process.