They woke up from nap and there was Uncle Deuce (Bruce) and Grandmas and Grandpas galore and all the delicious snacks you could eat, all within reach on unattended tables everywhere.

At one point, I heard giggling and whispering under a table and they both had a pile of about 25 mint Oreos and both their hands full of fudge. They couldn’t believe their good fortune.

We have plates full of cookies and crackers and cheese balls with little rat nibbles missing off them and they slept in till almost 10am, apparently with a mint Oreo hangover.

And yes…those are Christmas decorations. Every time a family decorates for Christmas before Thanksgiving, a baby reindeer is drowned in a bucket at the North Pole. I know, I know. I’m not sorry. 🤷‍♀️