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.

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 turkey refuse to join the school band?

Because he already had drumsticks!

Our family Thanksgiving dinner is the one time of year where we all come together

and silently judge each other's life choices over a plate of dry turkey