The mashed potatoes were the first to go. Little Bettie hated mashed potatoes and liked the idea of them flying across the table much more than she liked the idea of scraping them off her plate and shoveling them into her mouth. Fling. Before Tommy could reach over to stop his little sister, the mashed potatoes were sailing across the table and... "Plunk!"... right into Mother's hair. Mother didn't know what had hit her when she felt something smash into her scalp. Silence swept through the dinning room. No one dared move a muscle. All eyes shifted from Bettie to Mother and back again. Horror filled faces watched as Mother reached up to feel the massive lump of hair filled mashed potatoes now resting above her right ear.
"Plunk!" Stuffing bounced off Father's nose and it was all over. Food began flying here and there. No one could tell who started in next. Food was everywhere; table, chairs, floor, ceiling, face, legs, toes, mouth, ears. Nothing escaped the Thanksgiving Food Fight of '09. And no memory would forget the moment Mother picked up her fork full of stuffing and bent in back to make the stuffing "Plunk!" against Father's nostrils and bounce clear to Freddy. Every year since then when someone is tired of eating, the fighting ensues. You never know what it's going to be first; butter, gravy, turkey, beats, olives, yams. It could be anything and it could be anyone.
Thanksgiving with a healthy side of Laughter and Fun to wash everything else down.
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