We stayed at home again this Thanksgiving, since travelling means either having to buy four plane tickets or driving two days in a car to reach family. I started off the day with the traditional Turkey Bowl. Andy and Mason came with me to the Turkey Bowl, but it was windy and cold, so they abandoned me to go home. (They got a ride from our friends the Bartons. Andy didn't drive himself.) About the time they left, the weather got a little warmer and we had a great time playing football.
Later in the day we went over to the Bartons' house for Thanksgiving dinner. After the kids ate dinner, they went off to play outside. While the adults were eating their dinner, Mason came in to announce that he had lost his tooth. He had been working on his front tooth for a while, and I thought he still had at least a week before he wiggled it out. (Mason is known to avoid anything that might cause him discomfort or pain.) When asked how it had come out, Mason said something about it getting caught kind of, sort of, accidently on Brinkley Barton's sweater while they may or may not have been wrestling. We still haven't figured out why he might have been biting her sweater.
