I was trying to think back to Thanksgiving and nothing notable came to mind. We had a nice dinner with Jill and Adam and I guess the food was fine because I remember we all felt full. Then I browsed my pictures to try to jog my memory and apparently these are the only pictures I took on Thanksgiving:




Then I remembered that the kids were loud, sneaky and messy. And a little cute.
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You know, there probably really isn't anything all that wrong with frosting your orange with whip cream. Nothing at all.
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