Pumpkin Pie

My mom made a delicious Thanksgiving dinner, as she always does. I ate way more than I should have, but such is life.

When the pumpkin pie came out, Elizabeth just wanted some whip cream. So I gave her some. She wanted some more. When it became clear that the small bowl that my dad made was not enough, I put the contents of it on her plate and she ate it all. She was quite, quite happy.

Parker and I discovered that we are perfect Pumpkin pie buddies. He only likes the crust and I only like the filling. We shared two pieces that way. Miranda, god bless her, ate the pie and whip cream and was very content with all of it.