Dinner by a nine-year-old
He made stuffing (or dressing if you live here in the South) and corn and mashed potatoes and gravy and baked apples. He did such a great job. I'm so proud of my baby. I ate the wonderful dinner he made regardless of my temporary illness and was thankful for every second I was able to sit at the table. Now, it wasn't so much fun about an hour later, but I'd do it over again. Can you imagine how proud he was of himself? It was great to watch.
I regret not being able to deliver meals to those unable to leave their homes this holiday but will do double duty on Christmas Day to make up for it, and hopefully volunteer some between now and then, as well. Anyone want to join me?
Have a great weekend, all. Hope the shopping was fruitful for you if you dared to do so.
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