Michael gave Million a choice between dried blueberries and dried figs. Figs won out.
And I have a hidden stash of grapefruit that the boys will NOT find out about.
We read about 18 books, some more than once (and this is my reminder to myself to switch out our books on our "upstairs" bookshelf...I need some new ones to read to the boys, or I'll go crazy). Then Michael read some of the same books to Creedence when he got home from work, but translated some of them into French.
Now we're settling in for a quiet evening of watching eBay auctions and playing solitaire. And sending each other semi-coarse memes about essential oils. Because they're funny. Like this.
And Happy Thanksgiving.