I should probably have titled this something else, since this year Thanksgiving was a relative breeze unlike the ghosts of turkeydoomsdays-past. We did dinner in the evening, rather than at lunch, so there was all kinds of prep time for the eleven-million courses. It's 10:35pm, and the last guest just walked to the car.
Highlight of the evening: my nephew(who will be 4 in 3 months) stopped in front of Grandma #2.
Grandma #2: You look awfully nice today. That shirt is sharp!
Nephew: YEA, IF YOU DON'T WATCH OUT, IT'LL CUT YOU!
He can't grasp the concept of what it means that I am his aunt(he also thinks I'm his sister because I'm his Daddy's sister), but at 3 he's already got a firm understanding of sarcasm. That's my boy!