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.

My family's post-Thanksgiving dinner tradition isn't board games or Black Friday planning.

It's a synchronized, involuntary nap on every available soft surface.

Why did the stuffing go to therapy?

Because it was feeling crumby

Our family's Thanksgiving dinner is the one time of year

where we all gather to eat, argue, and remember why we don't live together