This is the first Thanksgiving I spent around children. I suppose I am reaching that age where my friends are having kids. What a difference they make! When there are children around, everything becomes about them. Without being enchanted by their small stature and lack of knowledge about the world around them, I don't know how I am supposed to like them. The worst thing is that I am not their mother, and I can't discipline them. Does this mean I hate children? I don't think so. I just think I need to get a puppy first.
The picture is of my apple cornbread post-production. What kind of loser children would say they hate something without even trying it? I put a lot of work into that cornbread.