Caught up in the mood, our two boys Jonathan, the oldest, and Joseph, the youngest, called a truce to their incessant bickering and played a game at the kitchen table. Norman Rockwell couldn't have painted a more perfect scene. It didn't last long. Just as I was putting my turkey in the oven, John said, pull the neck out of my bird, would you? The cavity is too small for my hand
Chelsea Hanawalt
@allowthesun · 0:12
It. Oh, no. This is so funny, and I can't wait to hear more. Thanks so much for sharing this. This is a really great story, and I love your storytelling. So amazing