Every Thanksgiving, the big fight is over who gets the legs. Grandpa Gene always gets one and then everyone else (by everyone else, I mean the kids) battles it out. Well, this year, I decided that all the kids were going to have to share. So we passed it around and took a shot of each of them gnawing on that nasty thing.
And then we all enjoyed our dinner in peace.
Grandma Julie brought crafty stuff for the kids.
The boys made pilgrim hats and the girls made bonnets.
And Shay and Esther helped the kids make cornicopias while the rest of us kicked back and relaxed.
Good times.
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