Where's my fork?

Last night after everyone had eaten far too much and we were just begining to dish up the pie my sweet freckled son disappeared for a moment. He came back down the stairs and read us a very fitting poem. I just had to share it...

I ate too much turkey,

I ate too much corn,

I ate too much pudding and pie.

I'm stuffed up with muffins

and much to much stuffin',

I'm probably going to die.

I hope everyone had a beautiful thanksgiving. We did. (Thanks little sis and uncle for sharing your presence with us. You were great sports.)