Despite being 3,000 miles from the designated Thanksgiving zone, I spent the afternoon cooking, and my boy, 5 1/2 and picky, thinks most of what I cooked is pretty horrendous. Ethan, looking at the apple dessert I made: Ugh! That looks disgusting! Aleda: Ethan, stop saying things are disgusting. Youll ruin Mommys Thanksgiving. Ethan: Aleda, stop saying that. That may not be true. Happy Thanksgiving, one and all. We all have so very much to be grateful for, and I count you all amongst the many blessings that have been bestowed. xoxo
Posted on: Thu, 28 Nov 2013 19:52:13 +0000