Thanksgiving Wrapup

Kids punch a lot more than I think we were allowed to. And hard. I'm not sure what they get out of punching so hard. Just over and over and over. Thanksgiving has become, simply, a bunch of kids. All the Uncles are too old to play with them and all the fathers are too worn out. That leaves me to play with the kids for hours and hours and hours and hours. I got punched a lot. Every Uncle who passed the continuing war between me and the toddlers said "boy you're gonna be sore tomorrow." To my 32 year-old-credit I was not.