My family always begins Thanksgiving dinner with a moment of silent gratitude.

It's usually followed by a not-so-silent debate about who's grateful enough to do the dishes.

Why did the cranberry sauce go to the doctor?

It was feeling a little saucy and had a berry bad cough!

I've been thinking, why did the turkey go to the doctor?

It had a little fowl cough!

I love how my family's Thanksgiving dinner is supposed to be a time for catching up, but it always ends up being a competition

to see who can fall asleep at the table the fastest