We spent this year at Sam and Lilli's house celebrating our ninth annual Thanksgiving party, which this year featured the triumphant return of Adult Fry and the unholy creation of a chidurkey (an inverted turducken). It also featured MSG waffles, which might just be the worst thing I've ever eaten. Twice.
This year was particularly exciting, though, because it was Baby's First Thanksgiving. For years to come, she'll think Thanksgiving is like this for everyone. I can't wait until her kindergarten teacher asks the class to draw a picture of what their family does to celebrate Thanksgiving and Beatrice draws a picture of a bearded lunatic deep-frying a road sign.
That's the best thing about babies: they have no context.
1500 servings of MSG.
A meeting is called.
This should never happen.
This man is NSF certified.
It's not important what this is.
This year was particularly exciting, though, because it was Baby's First Thanksgiving. For years to come, she'll think Thanksgiving is like this for everyone. I can't wait until her kindergarten teacher asks the class to draw a picture of what their family does to celebrate Thanksgiving and Beatrice draws a picture of a bearded lunatic deep-frying a road sign.
That's the best thing about babies: they have no context.
1500 servings of MSG.
A meeting is called.
This should never happen.
This man is NSF certified.
It's not important what this is. 
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