Christm...err...Thanksgiving

Ah Thanksgiving, what a quaint holiday. Thanksgiving consists of three things that I like to call "The Three F's": Food, Football, and Family (roughly in that order.) I always look forward to the excesive amount of food as well as the company of family while watching football games. My father, being one of thirteen children, always spends the whole day cooking with all the family chefs as we walk around hugging, talking, and laughing with long lost family members. I can only think of one or two times that we've actually sat down at a fancy table to eat, the reason being there has almost always been too much food and too many people to fit at a fancy table. One Thanksgiving stands out more from the rest in my memories. It was one of the rare occasions that we hosted thanksgiving and my Nana and Papaw were coming down to visit. My brother, who at the time was young and helpless when it came to cleaning (and still just as much), was being kept distracted by my sister while she attempted to clean. She played a game with him where the bathroom closet became the "jail" that she would put him in. Well, when closing the door it turns out my brothers hand was smashed in between the space where the door hinges are. With his finger tip hanging on by some skin my frantic mother and father rushed him to the hospital where he preceded to make comments to the nurse that could have landed him on an episode of "Kids Say the Darnedest Things." All his well with him now and because of technology today I am unable to use the nickname "Four Fingered Frodo."