All the boys in my house had a case of the grumpies this evening, so Garrick's latest bon mot was particularly amusing. At dinner, I made a comment about Daddy having a real case of the grinchies, and Garrick immediately started riffing on the story. Michael, in full-on nudge mode, asked Garrick what the true meaning of Christmas actually is. Garrick didn't think about it for more than a second or two.
"Love. And Food!"
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. May you enjoy your triptophan comas tomorrow and not have to drive more than 30 miles round-trip.