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.

Why did the cranberry sauce go to the doctor?

It was feeling a little saucy and had a relish for bad health

My family's Thanksgiving dinner is the one place where

the only thing we pass around the table more often than the mashed potatoes is criticism.

At our family's Thanksgiving dinner, we have a special tradition

We all take a group photo before we're all full, argumentative, and regretting our life choices