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

Why did the cranberry sauce go to the party?

Because it was a berry good dancer

Thanksgiving dinner at our house always begins with a beautiful prayer of gratitude.

And ends with a very pointed interrogation about everyone's life choices.

At our Thanksgiving, the quietest part of the evening isn't during the blessing.

It's about an hour after dinner, when everyone's successfully entered their food coma.