I made Mads a plate and told her what each thing was. She grabbed her roll (before it could touch anything else) and said, "I don't eat that." I tried to shovel a little of everything into her mouth, but she wouldn't even try it. I grabbed a hunk of turkey and said, "Do you want some chicken instead?" Mads ate at least a pound of turkey all by herself. "Good chicken, Mommy. Good chicken."
After cleaning up, everyone pretty much turned into a slug. Mads watched Scooby Doo while Jeff passed out under her.
And Ev fell asleep in her usual position.
All in all, we had good food, we didn't mess anything up too badly and no one had any meltdowns. Best Thanksgiving ever!
Happy Turkey Day.