Not exactly what I'd call my two Punks. I'm not sure what they eat, other than bread, cheese and chicken nuggets, but something gets in there because they keep getting taller.
While the rest of the family sat down to your typical Thanksgiving dinner, the Punks were eating hotdogs (the cheese sandwich was a snack later). The boy Punk takes turkey sandwiches to school almost every day for lunch and still wouldn't touch the melt-in-your-mouth version grandma put on the table.
As their dad was quick to point out, more for the rest of us!
How I love having a little glimpse into your lives enhanced by your illustrations Karen. A holiday for you and just an ordinary November Thursday for us. A belated happy Thanksgiving to you.
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