We had Thanksgiving at our house this year, and Papa Kirk and Grandma Ella came to join us.
I made a turkey with vegetables and stuffing and sweet potatoes and corn bread and broccoli. Ella made pies and pumpkin bread. We had too much food. But yet, we didn't have enough food, and Connor asked me to make plain noodles with butter and cheese (because I hadn't spent enough time in the kitchen yet), and Lex made himself a pizza out of corn bread, marinara sauce and pepperoni. Neither of them ate any of the Thanksgiving feast this year. Because kids.
For some reason, Lex never put on a shirt for the entire day. Because kids.
Connor and Lex's favorite part of Thanksgiving is the wish bone:
Unfortunately, there is always a winner and loser when you play this game.