We Myers's don't do much on Thanksgiving. Mainly we invite Gramma over and we feast on food. With our two boys gone and one being the bottomless pit, we didn't make a lot of food, but now have tons of left-overs.
But this Thanksgiving was special. It made a special memory that got Mother screaming Oooo! Oooo! and me rolling on the ground giggling with pleasure and the kitchen atmosphere ablaze with light.
Mother set the yams on fire.
"Good thing we took out the smoke alarm," Says my father. "That would have been annoying."
*That should be a song! "Yams on Fire!"*
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