We stuffed ourselves like the bird! It was wonderful and fun and loud. It was so rowdy in my house that Paul got a black eye and wasn't certain which little granddaughter did it to him. I took photographic evidence of the damage to his face with staged a encounter between us to make it seem as if I socked him with my fist. After all, I told him, if he's gonna get beat up by a girl, it should be one closer his own size.
Food, fighting, dinner, dessert, conversations and chaos: it's all apart of what we are thankful for, family.
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