Robbie stuck to the potatoes and rolls. Rob showed him the neck of the turkey when he was gutting it--I don't think he was quite ready for it. Rob went on to explain that we eat the muscle. Robbie wouldn't eat meat for days. Finally he overheard me telling Ty (my carnivore) the other day how tall and strong he'll be for eating so much meat. Robbie immediately asked for two chicken nuggets. Smart boy!
Jimmy fought sleep the entire meal.
Rob stuck with tradition, wearing the exact same, hideous, orange flannel he wears every year; and as always, he carved the turkey he cooked.
Ty was thrilled all day. He says he's starving like every 10 minutes--but really, he just loves to eat!
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