...while the kids ate dessert.
And we generally just stared at each other, trying to figure out exactly how we were related to one another...
...And of course Dad couldn't resist playing with the kids...
It actually looks like he's threatening them in this picture, but this was after they had pelted him with stuffed animals...
...And of course there was the general chatter of the grown-ups (except I really have no idea what Kimmie's doing...)
...this one's better...
And of course there's the obligatory sibling shot...
...and of course lots of cameras...
Finally Dad and I said goodbye and went home to this lovely feast:
Yummy. There were two turkeys: Dad smoked one intentionally using the smoker, while Mum smoked hers--not so intentionally--using the oven. There were the usual mashed potatoes and gross whole-cranberry concoctions, and olives and pickles, and bad jokes ("I really am kahlua-less about what time the yams will be done" and "I don't have any kahlua who ate the rest of the yams...").
...but the biggest mystery of the whole feast was where is the turkey head? Without the head, the pineapple just looks like a.... pineapple.
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