It's gonna be that kinda party

Thanksgiving was a weird blast since it went from less of having a Kid's table to just letting them turn the back bedrooms in my mother-in-law's house into a Lord of the Flies playground. Beds were stripped. Heads were bonked. Toys were found in strange places. But it's all good as long as nobody takes a plate of food into the warzone of screaming, racing preschoolers.